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It was a hot day in Washington DC. The kind of sweltering heat that made the simplest of tasks difficult. Just hailing a cab was a chore. Guy and I were in town to play a small jazz club in the heart of the city. He had been dreading it for some time. “Too many rich assholes in this city.” Guy would say, every time I mentioned our next destination. I knew he was right: the club would be full of bloated congressmen and senators cheating on their wives with paralegals and interns. The joint we were going to play is just that sort of place: dark and sophisticated. The perfect atmosphere for a loveless DC fat cat to bring his mistress.
I f*****g hated the thought of it. Guy hated it even more. But money is money.
Naturally, I was in a better mood than he was. We had been on the road for t
