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Old Haunts


Phyllis’ Musical Inn. Saw a few bands here, but mostly heard them upstairs. A former friend’s ex-girlfriend lived in the second floor apartment. I’d rather forget this time, but it was the site of some of my earliest interactions with the big city, night life, artiness, and weirdness. Wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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