Dead Man Walking. Well, dead man waiting in line for the single-stall restroom at The Gut Punch. Dead man watching women come and go from the lady’s room as if it were some Freaky Friday universe; one where the women’s room was all about brevity and efficiency, and the men’s room was a place to contemplate the larger questions about life. Steve shook his head. After all these years, why did he agree to play live again? It was because he missed feeling alive, but he’d forgotten this bit: Dead Man Walking.
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