It was late that night when we arrived in my hometown of Seattle, Washington. I had been gone for four whole years, yet nothing had seemed to have changed in my absence. The industrial city still looked the same as I remembered; tall brick buildings, steep, busy streets full of people bustling about their daily routines, and my favorite part: STARBUCKS. Seattle was the city where the famous coffee franchise had originated from, and will always be my favorite place to get coffee. The band agreed with me about this without protest. We were watching them rush past us as we drove down the street.
"DUDE, look at all the Starbucks here!" Ray yelled, looking out the window on his knees on the couch, like a little kid.
"We just passed like five on the same street," Mikey said in agreement. Gerard laughed.
"Well, guys, we know where we're goin out to tonight, then, yeah?" he said, smiling.
"Fuck yeah!" Ray agreed. We waited until we arrived the venue, the Showbox Sodo in downtown Seat