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t was close to 11 o'clock and I was heading home. I was happy. The next day was my birthday, and a group of us were going to see one of my favourite guitarists, Freedy Johnston at the Bottom Line. Because it was late and cold, I didn't notice that there was not another soul on the street. As I approached Fifth Avenue on Tenth Street, without ( Read more... )

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I dont have a journal. I just comment on yours. comment on mine if you want. but you wont find anything here. :P

peace.