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I wrote this during a time when we were always on the road, alone together in our traveling pod, quietly drifting across county, state, and country lines until nighttime when everything was suddenly loud and full of people. The interactions we had at the merch table were often our only social interactions. Sometimes these brief moments of human contact were awkward, weird, and vaguely insulting. But just as often they were beautiful: a brilliant ray of light inside a dark, beer-soaked club.