diary

xvi

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gig at the nightclub has now come to an end

really hoping that next time, opportunities like this extends

"hey Jay B, thanks for today"

a fellow musician whose an inch taller than i am, offered his hand that i did sooner repay

–with his ash gray hair and slick facial feature

i can't deny that this guy, i must say, is frankly an all-round performer

i smiled at his remarks and patted his back

whilst he showed me the way out, he handed me a pack

"so how's life here in California?"

i shake my head, "just...you know..." i started, shrugged, took the cap off my head and slightly fishing a tool inside my Prada

"...drawing memories to-and-fro using this old and vintage camera" i chuckled almost silently

"the same old hobby of yours, i see"

"yeah.." i sigh deeply as we dismissed the nightclub

he waved me goodbye as a familiar unpleasant smell of cigarette was stubbed

i was about to hop on my Ducati

when i heard a stifled cry, just by the parking alley

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