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I played a gig last night smack dab between the 57 and 91. It was smoky enough that street signs were hard to read from a distance. And today... I feel like utter crap. Besides the burning eyes and throat, which never really went away, I've also been enjoying these nice big waves of nausea all day.
The best part is that the gig was a surprise party in an industrial warehouse, which was akin to playing inside a bong. They were expecting about 150 people and about 20 actually showed up. And I suspect all 20 of us feel similarly today. Blech.
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