Freddie Tibodeaux
Sep 22nd, 2006, 01:31:30 PM
Thing bout Chi-town see, is cold up abouts early on. Freddie buy him a coat fo to keep warm on the streets. He ain't got no car, but that don't confront him none. Dis city you don't need none. He gots on his walkin feet to take him where he need to be.
There's a club bout three blocks downways, and Freddie don't have nowhere else to be. So he throw his guitar cross de back and head off.
"Cho! Ain't dis a place!"
Freddie toss his smoke on the street. He dig these open mic joints. Any place a dude could start a drinkin tab and put money in his hat all at once be a cool gig. Plus, as a side, he could always drum up folks to pereuse his day job. He's scrapin fo the rent as is, so any help be hot hot.
Steppin thru the do, Freddie slung his case about, drummin his digits on top to get de barkeep's attention.
There's a club bout three blocks downways, and Freddie don't have nowhere else to be. So he throw his guitar cross de back and head off.
"Cho! Ain't dis a place!"
Freddie toss his smoke on the street. He dig these open mic joints. Any place a dude could start a drinkin tab and put money in his hat all at once be a cool gig. Plus, as a side, he could always drum up folks to pereuse his day job. He's scrapin fo the rent as is, so any help be hot hot.
Steppin thru the do, Freddie slung his case about, drummin his digits on top to get de barkeep's attention.