Bob City-HardballDont ask me about details. The late nineties remain cloudy at best. The bar (Bernies) was between my job (a pizza joint) and my apartment (above another thankfully quieter bar); most days I left work around five ish and got sidetracked into subterranea until two or three. Sometimes six. The bassplayer in my band was dating the bassplayer of some other bands. He had a new one. "We should go." So there we went. Of course. Black Labels in hand, Jim Beam
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