When I was a teenager there was a short-lived tradition among some of my boys to do Well-Dressed Men Nights, where we'd go out to dive bars in the city dressed to the nines — or our budget interpretation of what that was — get loaded, and pump quarters into the jukebox, playing Frank, Frank, and more Frank. The nights always ended with something breaking — one of our hearts, glass, knuckles, or someone's nose — and a long subway ride back to our respective boroughs.
"Summer Wind" was our unofficial theme song, and will forever remind me of those carefree days, and my lost friend James.
Summer Wind tattoo by JT Miller at NYHC Tattoo
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