check your sugarcoat at the door

let’s have another

Last night my co-worker was playing drums with Darrell Mansfield, a blues hall of fame musician that did absolutely mind blowing things with a harmonica. A couple of us gathered up on stools in a hippie cafe to watch and it was pretty fucking impressive.

Somehow I walked out with a newfound appreciation for Clapton’s Layla, which they covered.

I went back to a girlfriend’s house for a cocktail and conversation, which easily slipped into three hours of catching up on her back patio.

Those nights are the priceless ones, sleep deprived or not.

-CJ

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