I went to The Dive after work to celebrate (after checking on Ms. Sweet's dogs since I didn't make it over there this morning). I moved from my perch when the League people started showing up simply because I'm not an asshole most of the time.
A guy who is there a lot came over and gave me money to play the jukebox. I told him I liked his music just fine, he said I played good music and he didn't know who a lot of them were, but would I?
I did, he came back a few songs in and said I played happy music, and people didn't like his stuff. I never had a problem with what he played.
Still made me feel good someone likes my taste.
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happy heart..happy music
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