Yesterday, I ate a hot dog, and then went to the Hot Rod exhibit downtown. There was a band playing in the park, so I couldn't use my spot. I went to a different one and made about 6 bucks. It's good to know that I can make 6 bucks whenever I need to. It's bad to know that I can only make 6 bucks if I need to make 7 bucks. Off to eat at the mission....
The Garage
A guy told me that I should speak to the owner of the club called The Garage about playing guitar in there. I also just met a musician who knows a lot of the club owners here. He gave me his phone number.
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