It was a rough battle every time, but being someone who thirsted for truth and justice was never going to be an easy stroll.
During my break, I planned out the stuff the rest of the band and I would do in downtown.
We were going to play an unplugged set, that’s a given. The city brass were even nice enough to give us a busking permit after we forked over some money combined.
The rest of the plan involved some education of sorts.
Although, I had to be talked out of some things due to a certain uncle of mine.
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