an unnamed protagonist shares every detail of their weekend one summer in may until one unfortunate event ends it.
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every Friday and Saturday night, 148 West 133rd street in Harlem becomes a b.y.o.b. jazz club called Bill's Place.
a lot of things had to happen for this to happen, for us to be here in this room together. at least a million little things in sequence, but i'm only aware of the weather.
any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.