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A very long time ago, somewhere in the seventies, I went to this Blue Oyster Cult concert with an asshole buddy of mine. I try not speaking ill of the dead, so, asshole is mild. I was happily tripping in the balcony where the laser light show had split the theatre into upper swamp and lower swamp, when he grabs me, rushes me down the stairs and uses me as a shield to rush the stage. I veered off at the last moment and … I don’t know what happened to him, I caught a ride later with his sister.

But as I was standing near the left wing of the stage, trying to minimize the chaos, I felt a warm sensual feeling in my lower back and butt. I turned around and there was this beautiful woman swaying to music, not the music Blue Oyster Cult was playing but something more … just more. Beautiful is not the right word. Sexy, hot, tempting and temptious. Curvy in a peasant blouse and tight faded jeans. Her hair was brown and curly but not like the popular perm style of the time, soft and full and I’m sure if it rubbed against the skin …

I don’t really remember what happened immediately after that, I mean I don’t know if I talked to her, imagined her, got my face slapped. It was a long time ago and lasted for only a few seconds (to the best of my memory) but I sure do remember it. Oh, I did see dude the next day, I can’t remember what bullshit story he told. I just mean the ‘ill of the dead’ was not foreshadowing for the purposes of this story. That’s pretty much the plot. I saw a girl at a concert that turned me on.

She works at one of the medical marijuana dispensaries. Well, not exactly, unless she’s immortal or doesn’t age or her name is Dorian gray. I mean this girl looks exactly like my memory of the concert. Her I’ve talked to. We kind of mildly flirt with one another, or, maybe not so mild, I might be projecting. I’m fully aware most of the seventies were over forty years ago, which makes me … old.

The first time I spoke with dispensary girl I might have been staring. She told me a very personal and uplifting tale, the only such of it’s kind I’ve heard from a real person, of how between poison (either interferon or chemo) and Rick Simpson Oil (super-dope) she’s been leukemia free for two years now. I made all the right sounds and gestures at all the right places, but, I’m pretty sure I was staring. I still don’t know how to explain she looks just like someone I don’t really know but really regret not … hmmmm, I was looking for a delicate way to say it. Sex. I wanted to fuck that woman at the concert (I mean that by both of the meanings; I wanted to fuck her and I wanted to fuck her at the concert).

I’m rarely at a loss for words when it comes to desire, which is not to say I have smooth seduction lines, I don’t. I’m really bad at seduction, just awful. It’s also rare that I become overwhelmed with desire, hence remembering the concert at all. I don’t feel that way about the dispensary girl, but it wouldn’t take much to persuade me too. Also, I think infidelity is cowardly weakness, I mean the kind of infidelity you have to hide, and I have a girlfriend, to who, I’m pretty sure, fidelity is a given. I also have always wanted her, well, since middle school.

I’m just surprised the Blue Oyster Cult woman has a young doppleganger. There are some memories that I have that just before they slip away altogether something comes up to remind me.