Forever trying to prove my cool through my music

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I had to correct a friend who was introducing me to his buddies last week when we were having drinks in Flappers, the beguiling second floor bar here in the Tin Lizzy.



“Chris works here up on the third floor,” he said.



Not true. I don’t work on the third floor.



I sit there. 



I sometimes type, which no one who really works would consider real work. And I often play