The old metal chair was chained to the dumpster gate and its sole purpose was to prop the gate open while the club was operating. The cushion stuffing was nearly non-existent and what was left was rain matted and stiff enough to not count as a cushion.
It was Martinez’s favorite place to sit.
The streetlight in the alley next to Chunk’s shone just wide en…
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