My concert 2  (cont.)                       [ 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7]

I pulled into Pontiac a few hours early and started looking for the venue, reading the street directions listed for the club off a piece of paper. I rode around...found the streets named....and kept circling.... and circling....and circling

"Where the hell is this place?", I think to myself, glad that I arrived early. Panic begins to set in as I travel over the same roads mentioned, but no sight of the venue. I stop on a street to get my bearings, read the somewhat sketchy directions again, and once more, follow the streets named.

The hundreth times a charm I guess.

I finally see a small sign...obscured by a tree....

"Is that it?"

Whew! Found it.

Clutch Cargos.

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