Ah, Mr. Rogers. Such sweet innocence. If only he could see my neighbors:
Tonight is the "last show" at CBGB's, but I can hardly believe the sea of cigarette butts and punk rock pants is over. What a strange sight to come home to. Without it though, I'm afraid the block will just be dirty.
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I'm still surprised the ever-powerful Historical Preservation Society didn't save the place in the end. That's a piece of NYC history, man!
don't worry. we still have the BRC folks to keep us company!
you don't like punk rock pants?
of course. when i saw the front of that place on some E! show about someone famous, i thought 'that place is probably cool.' and now...here it is, on your blog. did you go there?!! famous people go there!!!!
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