Jack's SunsetI don't remember when I met Jack. He was friends with Primo. I think he intimidated me at first. Not Primo, well, of course Primo, but Jack, that's who this is about. One summer, maybe 1996, we found ourselves sitting at Butterfly Beach with cases of Trader Joe's lager in the can. We drank a lot of cases. Day after day in August of 1996. This is the view from Jack's old home, Broadway, tonight, on his birthday. Happy birthday from New York, Jack.
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Thanks for the song. That made a really nice morning.
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