The 42nd Street



I brought my bass to the repairer in Manhattan. He told me that the bass was in pretty bad shape. The neck and the body was almost detached. He grubbed the neck and started shaking my bass, then the body was wobbling so much. It was clearly not attached properly. Jeez, the bass would have snapped in halves.

I went through the 42nd Street then head for my apartment. I won't have my bass for a week. Oh well.

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