I FINALLY GET THE NERVE TO WALK INTO THE FORMER CBGB'S

The only trace of since becoming John Varvatos was the band stickers, but so many new and lame bands had stuck theirs over them that even that was really weak. I afraid to say that when CBGB was at the point of going under I was so finally in acceptance of the city's dramatic turn over that I was rather complacent and even annoyed at everyone's whining. And now here I am, changed even further, paroozing different subtle varieties of black jeans.