We will again. Most likely, we will again. Slap up against one another, sweat, sway, and–most importantly–subsume. This is the goal. I become we. Shoulder blade knife fights and illiosacrums poking and prodding. Have your tickets out and ready. The Sportatorium is buzzing tonight. National act’s in town. The kids are whole hog on the merch tables. Sizzling … Continue reading Meet You There