"I used to love walking the alley that ran next to the original Agora. After carrying your shit down into the Pop Shop and sound checking, you headed back out into the night and cut through that alley over to the 2300 Club. There you would get primed for your gig, buying ice cold Rolling Rock longnecks off Rita. Sometimes Nunzi was behind the bar as well. When you swaggered back through the alley to go play, Boris would always be hanging on those steps. Now, it's all a fuckin' parking lot."