I've had a thing for nirvana ever since they became big here in California, around '89. All my friends knew of my love for nirvana and how big of a fucking nerd I was (and am) for them. My friends would always joke around telling me "oh you and Krist would make the perfect couple, since you're both giants!" And they aren't wrong. I'm pretty tall, for a female, about 5'9 3/4. 154 pounds, so you can probably guess, I do stand out quite a bit. My sense of fashion and makeup doesn't even remotely hide the amount of looks I get in public. Ive been into the grunge style ever since I was a sophomore in high school. And even my hair "attracts attention". Im 18, and because of my height and feminine features and "parts" I, of course, appear much older to some. Which also doesn't help with the fact that any time I'm walking down the street, men hold out $100 bills in an attempt to score. Thank you genes.
Well, since now you know about my "obsession" with nirvana, you can probably guess how overjoyed I was when my friend surprised me by telling me that she purchased both of us FRONT ROW TICKETS to see nirvana live in San Francisco! I was at such a loss of words and didn't believe her at first! Nirvana tickets, let alone, were $300 per ticket! And this bitch bought two for FRONT ROW! God, I didn't even bother asking where the hell she got the money for this, but I knew I would make her money's worth.
The concert was scheduled for The Fourth of July, and it was currently June 21st. Nearly 2 weeks away! God, once I get to see them, I can finally die a peaceful death! Die satisfied!
Sorry this was my first story/part written. Gonna try to do a couple more parts tonight. Don't worry, it will get more satisfying once you read on ;)
