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I have a ticket to see Guster tonight down in Baltimore. I'm very nervous because it's at a club I've never been to before & I'm going by myself since no one else wanted to see them. (How can you not like Guster??). Now, I'm not a confident driver at the best of times. I don't really know Baltimore all that well. Not enough to feel confident, anyway. I'm more scared of the being able to get there part. God, it's only been a year since I used to have panic attacks when I left the house because of depression. But this is Guster, and I aready have the ticket. And well, it's Guster. Ok, I've got the directions in my hand. We'll see how this goes. If you don't hear back from me, I probably got lost, panicked, & died. The pretend Mckay in my head assures me this is the most probable outcome.