Remember when we headlined at Alleycats, 420 East Street? Remember the heat, the buzz, the whole place packed to the rafters and reeking of liquor and cigarette smoke? Do you recall the spotlights cutting through the haze and the bone-shaking throb of the bass?
Good times. The best. Our one chance to shine. Living on potato chips, cocktails, and laughter, we warbled passion to a lazy blues beat and the soulful crooning of your Gibson Les Paul. And, dirty martinis clinking, we toasted good fortune, friendship, us.
I remember like it was yesterday, and I love you the same.
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