Sunday, May 26, 2019
Mad Professor
Last night at the Hideaway, the bass was so gooey it was sticking to the walls and glooping down like gel. I cut some off with my pen knife and brought it home in a jam jar.
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still young enough to feel emotional about the future whenever I hear a saxophone playing after my third martini
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