In a room with Jason and Spiro. We are in a band.
A man tells me I am a different bass player than I was a few years ago.
"Or play a Rick," I say.
Jason leaves with his hands full. He sticks a knife in my hand.
Spiro and I go to the practice space with a new organ.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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