Yesterday marked a great Good Apples practice, the first one in which Dillon played as an MBA, Gabor played without one of his teeth (four stitches where the tooth used to be! That's what I'm talking about, a great big Yugoslav-Hungarian-American tooth!), birthday boy Pete turned 35, and I played drums for an extended jam.
Back home, Nick verbally buried a young man prone to using slurs.
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