Constant craving, it's always been.
This is why I've never let myself get too close. It merely awakens buried pangs.
I'm craving for a good dose of live music. Mellow rock or even sappy love songs by the beach would be good. But I've got urbanites for buddies. Instead of sipping an ice cold drink at one of the beach bars along East Coast tomorrow, you'll find me at Cedele Wheelock, drinking hot tea.
Any good people out there who know of a place in town with a live band on Sunday afternoons?
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