Near Harvard Square T Stop, 5:20 pm

I been drummin for a good long while, and there seems to be more kids around. My hands are hurtin christ-awful though, so I knock off for a while an let Georgy at it while I drink me some coffee. The cup warms up my hands a little bit, but it ain't gonna help the big gash I got workin' at the lumberyard yesterday.

Georgy is drummin to peel the paint off the walls. I like the kid, but he ain't NEARLY as good as me. We was in a band awhile in high school, but I had to quit cause I was joinin up. By the time Uncle Sam got his hands offa me, no more band.

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