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Bourbon On The Rocks #20

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I grabbed some lunch and headed back to my apartment in Glendale to get ready to go steppin' out at the Cherokee Club. I put on my best blue pinstriped suit, white tie, black wingtip shoes, blue velvet fedora, and a white scarf.

I pulled up to the club in Long Beach, across the street from the Pacific Ocean. The parking lot was full. I guess the reports in the papers about a deceased singer from this very club brought out the curious seekers of all things morbid.

The sun had just gone down and the night was coming alive...

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    Neville Hunt over 3 years ago

    Jake the dude eh? Watch your step...you don’t want to spoil your smart kit Jake, because I get the feeling things might kick off pretty soon!

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    Christopher over 3 years ago

    I realized I've never really described what Jake looks like. Maybe that's better because you can draw your conclusions in your mind's eye. But I figured since he was getting all dolled up for a night on the town that I would at least describe his outfit.

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    Christopher over 3 years ago

    Own conclusions, I meant.

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    Neville Hunt over 3 years ago

    Thanks Christopher. I’m not sure it matters exactly what he looks like, but describing his dressed-up garb is both appropriate and adds to the richness of the Jake character.

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