Thursday, 16 January 2014

Band trip

Back in high school, playing saxophone for the school band.  Play a Blues scale.  Fast forward to getting ready for the trip.  I'm packing up my things at some kind of campsite and my parents pack my dog.  I laugh and say that I can't bring her.  She's covered in some kind of dirt.  We get to a huge convention center where everyone is younger than me and it's all lit up by candle chandeliers.

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