"Goodbye, 1973, hello, 1974. By the time the gig was over, the city was awake and the sky was pearl gray. I'd had it. I'd sung myself hoarse. I was even too tired to go by the dopeman's house. All I wanted was to catch a cab, get to the hotel, give Donto a New Year's kiss, and sleep the day away."
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