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But I was there with Jerry, so I devoted my attention to him, although I will admit my eyes did stray back to the stage every now and again.

As the evening progressed, Jerry became more and more drunk. With every shot—whiskey was his drink of choice—he became increasingly unpleasant.

I tuned out his snide comments about my weight and patheticness in bed, and turned my attention to the live band. They were impressive for a group of what I assumed were local guys. The lead guitar and bass players seemed competent, even inventive. The lead guitarist’s riffs were awesome. I didn’t recognize the number they were playing; it must have been something they’d written themselves.