Picture a pub clouded with cigarette smoke and doused in PBR. On the stage, amidst the din of the patrons a solitary figure strums the guitar. Through every note pours the summation of a mans troubled life. It's not the grumble of another vacuous celebrity dealing with the inevitables of life; it's the pain of a regular person writing about what...
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Close The Door