I left for my gig at 3:30 in the afternoon, armed with my hideous fake-burberry scarf, my sweet velvet jacket that clashes with it, and The Brothers Karamzov. I made it to the gig with only fifteen minutes until the downbeat. That was okay, because I didn't have an amp to set up and because the sax player was late. I can forgive the sax player
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