Friday, May 15, 1992
Our last gig at KD’s. It seems they will be changing their policy and judging from the heavy looking guys that were lurking in the back stairs, it may be an offer they can’t refuse. . . Jonathan came by with a couple of his upwardly mobile friends and they were getting loaded and full of wisecracks. Next day Jonathan shows up at my house with a framed picture under his arm. It seems that one of his friends had ripped it off the wall and walked out with it. Jonathan said he got into a fight with the guy about it. Anyway, I was too embarrassed to take it back to the club – and in any case the new owner probably couldn’t care less for the picture. I just held onto it thinking sometime I might run into the rightful owner.
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