And then I was done, and I was back in the crowd, and Ghostface was shouting at security to let his friends up on stage because they couldn’t see. Raekwon brought out Young Buck, which I don’t think anyone expected. Then he inducted everyone in the audience into the Wu-Tang Clan.
By that time all the other photographers were long gone. I didn’t feel like I belonged there either. I wasn’t a fan this time, just a dude with a camera. So I left, walked out through the dark post-industrial streets to my crumpled mess of a car and drove off into the night.