Tomorrow, I’ll leave Austin and never come back.
Grant me patience this ACL weekend as my city is invaded by tourists. Let me not fly into a fit of rage when I realize I cannot drive anywhere in South Austin. Let me remember to avoid S. Lamar and Barton Springs Road at all costs.
May my eyes not roll when people sputter through their breakfast tacos orders, suddenly confused by all the things they eat in a regular breakfast being rolled up into a tortilla. May my retorts be kept to a minimum when someone flashes their wristband at me while waiting in line for a drink. May my hopes to run into Kanye West at my favorite local bar be fulfilled. May my car not be vomited on.
In your name we pray.