Hey sis,
Bridgeport at night is a beautiful place. It seems to come to life after the drab cloudy days. Although there are times when I do miss the beach. I don't think I've seen the sun since I got here.
Would you believe mom showed up? Yeah, she came with some things to help me decorate my apartment. In the dead of night. She had to, if she came during the day she'd be found out and my cover would be totally blown.
All the bars look the same, I can never remember which bar is which. The bouncers stand at the door and you have to ask them to get in.
I took a stab at performing bass at this one club. They still don't know who I am yet. I think I like it like that -- for now.
Love, Bassy
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