It Ended Badly…

….was at CBGB’s.

(Another fine contribution by Helena Handbasket)

I traveled with a bunch of friends from Philly to see one of the last matinee shows. The place was beyond capacity and I had luckily scammed my way in for free. Halfway thru the last band I couldn’t take it anymore and desperately needed water. I somehow managed to get a seat at the bar with a greaser rockabilly type to my right. He begins the chatting process and is completely a gentleman. Not a mention of sweaty breasts even though I caught his eye line drifting south more than once.

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