The air in the night sent a tingling sensation through my spine, with the hairs on my arms and legs standing straight up like obedient soldiers. An hour before the show, I heard the car engine of my friend thumping as the car swerved through downtown streets the size of anorexic tunnels. We parked next to a dumpster and handed a stranger a five dollar bill, hoping he was authentic and not just some bum trying to score some drug money. There was a small line of fifteen people outside of the venue. Is this it?