I’m terrible at taking pictures, I just never do it. When I met Far East Movement last year, I didn’t even touch my camera. So this night, like every other “best night of my life” went undocumented. But maybe my colorful language can help paint you a picture far prettier than anything I could have captured on film.
I’m also a college student and now that it is towards the end of the semester, all the money I used to buy text books and concert tickets in the early fall had hit its… Continue