jazz club hijinx

I wasn't expecting violence; I was expecting brushes shishing over a ride cymbal, an evening of that. I was going to order a Cuba Libre and sit at one of the small tables in the shadows; I already had that expectation. My whistle was wet, I guess you'd say, when I came through that door.

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Powder Burn

Isn't much to tell. Was an aftermath kind of thing. Disappointing: It looked good the way it was. You spent all that time then the scissors went too far. What were you thinking kind of thing. Just have to deal. Snip. That's how it works with mistakes. You slide it over here, like that. See? Covers that part. And you don't think about it too hard. Or you can throw the whole thing away and start again.