On the last days I've been thinking of you and now some posts on the Internet remind me of this show we attended together. It happened eighteen years ago. July 19th, 2003. We were so naïve. I will not exactly tell how our lives were –I guess you're still picky about it–, but I will say that we'd been together for an entire life. Or it seemed so. We were in the final years of college and they seemed an entire life. Back then you we were interested in science –I am still, but you're some kind of happy punk– and we passed all those last years of college performing the experiments of our thesis. Day after day, no matter if they were holidays, weekends or so, we ran our experiments with pigeons and Skinner boxes. We saw each other on a daily basis. It was pretty sick.
Like a month ago, or so, I remember being formed in a long line with other guys, waiting for the box office to open. I had no cell phone, so I was there by my own. I waited for almost three hours, looking around and...
I didn't have a lot of money, I didn't have a well paid job, so I bought three cheap tickets: one for you, another for my little brother who was crazy about Pearl Jam, and one for myself.
I barely remember how did we get to the venue, but it was an awesome show. It was the first time Pearl Jam played in Mexico. They played three shows and it was the last show of their World tour. We had awful places. They were pretty distant from the stage.
I'll come back later.
