Source: January 3, 2025 | John Beer

Surround me with friends in a casual setting and I’ll enjoy myself and my company, with laughter and gab washing over us in a bright, babbling feedback loop. But transplant the same crew to a big, buzzing room for a show or event, where spirits are flowing and the living is large, and I turn into the invisible man. Energy is up, excitement is up, and the party’s blowing the roof off the place, but I’m down here — at butt-level — in my power wheelchair. You can’t hear me, and I can’t hear you.

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