Under the Bridge Sometime

I wondered why there was a drummer under the West Seattle Bridge at 10 o’clock on a Thursday night. Was he warming up? His band kicked him out? Flew into the wrong city for a gig with a trap kit and decided to play anyway?


I didn’t ask him but stayed for three songs cheering him on. And, then continued the ride home.

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