We were late for the concert. I was crammed into the way back of a small sports car. Today it would be highly illegal, then it was a way for three people to get to Oakland to see Depeche Mode.
I don't remember the circumstances of how the dog, (I remember a puppy), was on the freeway, but I felt every sickening bump as we ran the dog over, because I was sitting in the way back.
The driver wouldn't stop. This friend of mine wouldn't stop after he hit a puppy dog and in that traumatic instant, he was as dead to me as that dog.
The concert was ruined for me. I don't remember much of it, except seething with rage at this beast who couldn't be late for the fucking concert.
Seeing Depeche Mode this weekend is a do-over, part of the reason I was desperate to see them on this tour.
What a horrible experience. I would have felt the same as you. Once again, I'm so happy that you get to see them again, under much better circumstances. xo
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