On flying solo
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Several lyrics ago there was this musician. He had heart. He had soul. This would be great, I thought.
The night after I saw his first gig, he drove me back to his place where I left my car. (Actually, it was his friend's place.) He gave me a tour before I headed home. His designated living area was a small room (actually, it was a basement) exactly large enough for one large bed, a small nightstand, and a closet.
"Nice room," I said.
"Oh, this isn't my