You could have knocked me out with a feather

I purchase CDs all of the time. I pick up a few here and there, almost like a blind date, waiting to see if that next one is "the one," or just a fling.

But, when I purchase a CD of this calibur, I prepare myself.

When I've been waiting for it for months, no - years; searching for your words while dropping my jaw knowing it will be even more impactful when those words are accompanied by his music, sharing theories with other fans and resisting the human urge to grab an early copy on some morally wrong computer program that breaks hearts and cuts my wallet down to 10% all while chasing the four of you from secret show to secret show across the country - I take the time to prepare myself.

It takes months of breathing excercises and intense training of the heart muscles to be fully ready to run/walk into the store, grab it and pop it in my car.

I want to hear it when you're ready. I want to hear it the way it's intended to be heard. I want to lose sleep the night before. I need warning. It's part of the the art of it. It's part of the game. It's part of living. (this life)

This time, you failed to warn me and as I typed in that fateful web address, I suddenly remembered what a ton of bricks felt like - like a beautiful ocean breeze that came in with the force of a hurricane and literally knocked the wind out of my chest. The tears fell so hard and so fast and I didn't want them to stop. I never used to understand how people could cry when they were happy. This is an emotion that comes with age. Get unique.

http://www.myspace.com/falloutboy Smile, you're about to drown.

xo