gig
raze
he
made
up
his
mind
that
he
was
going
to
drive
across
the
river
that
separated
his
country
from
mine
and
play
in
my
city
. we'd
been
emailing
each
other
for
years
.
this
was
a
way
for
us
to
finally
meet
in
person
.
i
helped
him
book
a
gig
at
this
quirky
little
coffee
shop
i
loved
and
did
what
i
could
to
call
attention
to
it
.
all
the
promoters
who
told
me
to
let
them
know
if
i
ever
had
something
going
on
ignored
me
.
none
of
the
people
who
told
me
they
would
be
there
showed
up
.
he
almost
didn't
make
it
across
the
border.
he
made
some
weird
joke
when
the
customs officer
asked
him
a
question
.
the
guy
decided
he
seemed
suspicious
and
wouldn't
let
him
through
.
he
had
to
get
someone
he
knew
to
smuggle
him
in
.
he
swaddled
himself
in
sweaters
and
hid
in
the
back
seat
of
their
car
.
the
only
people
in
the
room
that
night
were
friends
who
were
there
to
see
me
.
there
might
have
been
half
a
dozen
of
us
.
i
felt
like
throwing
up
.
he
didn't
seem
bothered
by
the
turnout.
he
welcomed
everyone
to
his
living
room
and
played
his
set
.
some
songs
i
knew
.
some
i'd
never
heard
before
.
one
was
about
frank
sinatra
having
the
ability
to
mentally
slap
people
.
another
was
called
"
never
date
crazy
".
he
dedicated
it
to
me
.
there
was
no
amplification.
just
him
and
an
acoustic
guitar
and
a
coffeemaker
that
was
almost
as
loud
as
he
was
.
when
he
was
singing
the
song
of
his
that
meant
the
most
to
me
,
i
stood
up
, joined
him
on
what
passed
for
a
stage
,
and
sang
the
high
harmony
he
handled
himself
on
the
album
.
it
wasn't
planned
.
i
knew
i'd
regret
it
for
the
rest
of
my
life
if
i
didn't
grab
the
moment
by
the
shoulders
and
shake
it
until
it
saw
stars
.
if
it
had
been
a
full
house
,
i
probably
wouldn't
have
had
the
courage
to
leave
my
seat.
most
of
the
money
that
went
in
the
hat
when
they
passed
it
around
came
from
me
.
when
his
hour
was
up
,
we
talked
as
late
into
the
night
as
our
bodies
would
let
us
.
i
can't
remember
a
thing
we
said
.
it
was
one
of
the
best
shows
i
ever
saw
.
and
you
weren't
there
.
no
one
was
.
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