still young enough to feel emotional about the future whenever I hear a saxophone playing after my third martini
Thursday, July 26, 2018
Open Mike at the Sultan tonight
Myself: How many songs had I already killed? There were those six that I knew about for sure. Close enough to blow their last chorus in my face. But this time, it was an Elton John and a classic. That wasn't supposed to make any difference to me, but it did.
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