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."