I had a flashback that happened at the worst possible time the other night. The worst. When the hell is this going to end?

Why the hell do I have to feel guilty for making people feel uncomfortable because I told them something in confidence, they pretend to understand and then stab us in the back. Now trying to act all nice again, like I've forgotten. And I'm not going to forgive easy and let it slide off my back, because I really don't like that. I don't like how society has become....

A little over seven years ago, the day after the Grammies, I came to the realization that U2 was my favorite all-time band. I discovered Interference and other web sites, read everything I could get my hands on about Our Guys, embarked on a spending spree on eBay for magazines and books and of course, listened obsessively to their music. All this fan passion led me to attend 6 shows in 2004-5, including that Brooklyn Bridge show...and ultimately, waiting outside to try to meet them at MSG. I shook...