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Sad Bastard Club

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Tyree had passed the old building so often, so numbly it could possibly have sprouted wings and he might not have known. It was late, 3am. It was HOT, breezeless, he sure he could just hear the moisture in the air hiss touching the concrete. Approaching the corner he could hear laughter, far off true, but distinctly laughter. Someone was playing a piano. It was more than a house party, high up tho, like the third floor. When your walking, just walking, walking through life? Well. It does things. Yearnings, envy, needs, those things become truly, truly become. He glanced in the open door knowing this couldn’t be it. It was abandoned, old, the piano built into the bannister literally…the word was decrepit. But there were prints in the dust. Tyree breathed deep “Ok Sad Bastard. Here I come”.
For some reason when I saw this picture I all of this sudden heard "Be Prepared" from The Lion King :LOL:
 
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When In Rome, Do As Romans.
When in Tijuana, Do as Tijuanans
When in Sad Bastards’ remember the rules!
You Drinking? Your buying.
You Dancing? Your hollering.
You Horny? Clothes off.
You Pathetic Whiner Drunk? Hit the Door!
Juke Box Playing? Everybody Sing!
 
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