OK, kids, it's time. Thursday is the debut of Twelve Cents Shy, the blues band that, with great patience and generosity, lets me play with them. I'll try not to fuck it up.
Showtime is 8:30. Steinhauer, Rickards, Wignall, Banks, I expect your asses here, front row. None of those international travel excuses.
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I don't have to attend because I have a note from my mother! I'm injured! I'm cooking a turkey! I have to buy a dog and take it to the vet's! Other excuses!
Er, I, uh, have a flooded basement I need to bail out.
But enjoy the gig. Record it and mp3 that shit!
Slackers. Both of you.
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