"Hey, an accordion player!" /me smiles and proceeds. "Don't be bashful!" 1:40 am in front of the Columbia Hotel? I reserve the right to be bashful.

Suffice it to say that cycling while wearing both a backpack on your back and an accordion strapped to your front is tricky business, resulting in the sort of condition I so recently mocked as pseudo_intellectual screwing a clipboard illustrated.

What was I doing biking around with my accordion at 2 am? The answer has something to do with a 72-hour jam and something to do with being force-fed my monthly allotment of meat in a single sitting, but regretfully I lack the time necessary to adequately explain the circumstances.

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