On a bleak, cold, frighteningly typical winter night in 2002, the last band I was in before Trampled by Turtles played our final show in a modified pizza restaurant-turned-venue in Duluth, Minnesota.

The show ended, our band ended, glasses clinked cheers.

We had plenty of help loading out our gear that night.

So much, in fact, that someone walked away with my electric guitar and amp.

They walked right passed the car where it was supposed to end up and went off into the frozen night, putting a giant period on the end of a what had been a short, struggling, but very necessary musical time for me.

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