After my first year attending Midwest Furfest, I had to battle a severe bout of post-con depression... so severe that I pulled over on the side of the road on the way home and wrote this song. From Orange and Black: The Furst Album, available on FurPlanet and on iTunes and elsewhere on the Internet...

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This goes out to anybody that's ever been somewhere with some group of people, and you just wish it would never end, and when it does end, you're like...

Y'all gotta feel this one...

I got that PCD, that post-con depression, that separated from your friends after the con depression, that cry at night because something ain't feeling right depression, that try to act normal and live a mundane life depression. I got that PCD, that post-con depression. I just left the hotel and I'm already stressin'. 57 south, driving through the cold, saltwater tears blocking my view of the road. I can't see my future living life like I was told. They're asking me the same questions like I'm getting old, like "when I'm gonna settle down?" like "when I'm gonna have a child?" like "when I'm gonna come back to church and quit acting so wild?" My momma just left a voice mail. she's worried that I'm missin'. How can I tell her I was gone to a furry convention? She watches CSI and tape recordin' it every week. She knows I'm tiger but she prays I'm not one of the freaks.

I hate I missed your call, but I'm having a ball. I'm chillin' with some homies, I'm coming back tomorrow.

If it were up to me, though, then I would never leave. But now I'm gone, and I wish my friends were next to me, 'cause I got PCD, that post-furry-con depression. I just crossed the Mississippi and I'm still stressin', driving away from all I know, I left it all behind. I don't know where I'm gonna go. I'm losing my mind...

'cause back before I found the fandom, in truth, I was blind. You furs accepted who I was and you opened my mind, and you opened my eyes. But now my eyes are closin'. The rumble strips are the only things that kept me from dozin'. It's been ten hours since we left, and it's no longer late night. I'm so sleepy now, I ain't even thinkin' straight -- like, yellow, red and orange, purple blues and the collard greens. I see the sunrise and the colors are all on the same team. I pinch myself, it's like an insane dream. A hundred miles later: still the same thing. 'Cause I got PCD, that post-con depression. I just turned down Rodney Parham and I'm still stressin'.

I couldn't even dead-dog cause I had to get home. I go to work, them people callin', I'm answerin' phones. One of my friends done hit me up, and I answer the phone. Management asks me why I'm packing two cellular phones. I tell them one's for work and I treat the other one like my home. I'm thinking they'll probably fire me if they knew where all I've gone...

"Excuse me sir, we know where you go and we know what you do and you're one of them weird boys. We pulled all your phone records from last weekend and you were in Schaumburg, Illinois. We got you on YouTube rappin' and heard you were playing some Avenue Q song. We got you on Saturday night at a party with rainbow wristbands on your arms."

Hey, I don't know who is that, man...

"Bucktown Tiger's his badge name. He's wearing the same blue and green pawprint cap that you wore when it last rained. Last weekend you gave misleading premises, calling in sick and tired. So, here's your last check, now leave the premises, furry liar, you're fired!"

Well, I ain't need your stinkin' job anyway! I'm buyin' this place and I'm shuttin' it down, we'll see who's fired then!

I got that PCD, that post-furry-con depression. I just lost my damn job and now I'm really stressin'. How I'm a get to MFM and FWA? FC and MegaPlex, now both are just too far away, and MFF again and, what about Oklacon and RCFM? A CAFA fur's a Guest of Honor! And all the ones I ain't been to, now I can't even go. Am I gone see my friends again? Now I can't even know. My car's transmission blew up. Now I can't afford to fix it. Why all this stuff happen? Things fallin' apart, and I just don't get it. I'm angry at the world, mad as I could ever be. But when it's said and done, I know that I'm forever me...

...'cause furry's not about conventions, furry's from your heart. And I ain't never changed, I've been a tiger from the start. But now I'm all alone, and that's what hurts the most. I'm at the doctor's making emo LiveJournal posts, 'cause I got PCD, that post-con depression, And I got con crud too...

*cough cough*