It is dark. It is chill. It is a Temperance Hall Thursday in Petworth.
The food is good, the drink better, and in spite of the Internet jukebox, the music is great. Hendrix and Kravitz paired with Hooker and Brown.
I only wish the mysterious Prince of Petworth was here to join the scene. May I be blessed with his presence soon.
Until then you, I, we can enjoy the lack of temperance in this hall.
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