Thats right, its this kid. My fondest memory of this kid has to be in a Cambridge hotel room the following morning after a Cracker show in Boston at the Paradise. Most of you boys should know, you were there. Basketball at Tucker's with a good night of drinking in tow, Toastie and Willie Moe getting kicked out of that bar where we discovered Schaefer's ("the only beer you want when you know you want more than one"), leaning on cops while awaiting bar entry, all culminating to a glorious viewing of Sweet November that next morning and my near death at the vicious hands of shower water consumption.
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