Levi's Stadium

hey that’s a nice jacket, i used to

have one just like it. i remember

wearing it to a jagger, richards,

wood, and watts gig in santa

clara, ca. it was in this big arena

and it was jam-packed: a sea of

gray hair, wrinkled hands, and a

22-year-old kid. maybe it was the

august air, the thrill, the ecstasy

of being there, or my fresh white

denim getup. i found my own

personal church among concrete;

amplifiers; thousands of plastic

pews. i was dancing, moving my

body, shrouded in my shiny

cotton ridges, swaying my hips.

those stitches couldn’t help but

follow my lead. by the time the

show was over, it smelled of

sweet bay, tobacco, ribbons of

stray marijuana, and warm rum.

yeah it doesn’t fit me anymore,

but at least the music &

memories still do. it’s been three

years, and even now, i think of

my crossfire hurricane threads

every once in a while.

Flash Issue 9