Story XI: Philadelphia Freedom

"Like I was saying, nothing even happened."

I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, because nothing happened the whole night, or at least none of the things I told Trish on the PATCO. If you know the line in, it’s all smokestacks and dogs and little kids beating the crap out of each other with rocks until you see the Ben Franklin coming into Philly.

Last year going to the show we spent most of…