Man, I gotta start taking notes. The ‘ol memory is going the way of the pay phone these days, hard to locate and usually soaked in bum grade booze. Let’s see, the show was at The Cactus Club, that place rules, uh— dammit, what the hell happened? It must have been a good one, because I can’t remember a damn thing. —Coyle Tour To Forget!
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