My friend Wally took me to a jazz club where he knew the jazz group playing that evening. Unbeknownst to him, he was on the band's shit-list. He picked up a guitar between sets and played around with it, not knowing that he wouldn't be invited to sit in with the group. The club was on an upper story of a skyscraper. Looking down I could see another tall building below us, that looked like the Fisher Building in Detroit. Someone mentioned that there was a cushiony char in between the buildings that would transport one to the other building. I thought it looked a bit scary and felt more comfortable taking the elevator down and crossing the street to get to the other building.
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