Sticks of Fire: a Tampa blog

So I slid out to Ybor Saturday night after the majority of Gasparilla party people had faded back to wherever they come from .

Had to stop in at Blue Shark to pick up some scratch this dude owed me so I ditched the Accord at the Hacienda and skipped through the puddles.

I walked out of Centro, where E and J and Ron had gone to see Smokin’ Aces, and hit the strip with them heading west. This joint was across the street from the still abandoned Masquerade I’d heard.

Walked in as the set started and a certain man named Duncan and the Johnny G Lyon Band started their set. By the way, I have seen Tommy Duncan in a pirate hat and dreadlocks and you haven’t.

Cool, I thought, I’ll just wait until the break. Little did I know these cats don’t take breaks like mortals.

Lucky me they do have a couple of long instrumentals so the singer jumped off stage to hit me up and I could buy that soda I wanted so bad.

Then I had to stop in at a couple of places to talk to a couple of people about work and women and why sugar free Red Bull is far better than the other stuff, although we are pretty sure it gives you cancer.

I also bummed a cigarette from a pretty girl with tattoos all over her arms and chest but as long as I don’t buy it I am not a smoker I figure. I am pretty sure that will give me cancer too.

I know you can go out one night without an agenda other than meeting new people. Don’t let life pass you by and don’t get caught up in being too negative.

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