The City of the Eternal Boom

After I graduated from the University of Texas, in 1979, I lived in a series of large, cheap, drafty houses in West Campus, always with three or four roommates. I was a slacker. I waited tables and clerked in a record store, working as few hours as possible. What I really wanted to do was write songs and play the guitar. One day I was banging around in my living room with the windows open when I heard a knock on the door.
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