Salute to Cedars and Music
When I first came to Youngstown, I was excited to have the opportunity of CHOICE when going out on the town. My teeny hometown had 2 “clubs” for people underage- one played country and cover bands and the other was a meat market dance floor reminiscent of your middle school gymnasium dances, but with much creepier prospects.
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Note: I'm still fiddling around with *different* topics on this blog. It's strange writing to a public audience, I've only ever written 'DEAR DIAWY TODAY I' or formal/inhuman essays for class. So what to write, how to write, I'm struggling a little. I think I should try to veer back to artsy stuff, but what is interesting to other people to read about, that I can tell them? Feedback plz, what entry has been the best/most successful? What should I stop fucking around with?
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Note: I'm still fiddling around with *different* topics on this blog. It's strange writing to a public audience, I've only ever written 'DEAR DIAWY TODAY I' or formal/inhuman essays for class. So what to write, how to write, I'm struggling a little. I think I should try to veer back to artsy stuff, but what is interesting to other people to read about, that I can tell them? Feedback plz, what entry has been the best/most successful? What should I stop fucking around with?