Looking for a Caniac to let my friend and I down on the glass for warmies.

Last year we found a kind usher who liked our signs who let us down but that’s not always the case.

Anyone willing to screenshot their tickets just to get us in the priority lounge for warmups. We have seats in the 300s .

Pic for attention of my badass friend who is kicking ass and taking names.

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  1. this night always gets to me.
    My uncle died of throat and liver cancer. Not to be outdone, earlier in life, that rootin tootin son of a bitch got hit by lightning twice.
    In my teens, someone who could have become a romantic pursuit died of stomach cancer.
    Later on, I nearly married someone who died of leukemia.
    I am very weary of cancer existing.
    I want it gone.

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