One day around 1978
I came home to find a kid on my front porch playing trumpet. He was around
14 and he was pretty good, so I invited him in. I play piano and guitar
and we played for a little while together. His name was Michael. A few
days later he brought by his friend Anthony and he hung out while Michael
and I jammed. They discovered my bong and we got high and made music together.
This went on for about a year until I moved.
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