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Meet Cute #1: Trixie and the Indie Rock Musician —

Her name was Trixie, and that right there caused problems.

“Trixie as in the cereal?” I asked. I was on stage, packing up my gear, sweaty from playing my show. It’s just me and my guitar, and this was a big club. I felt like I had to strum and yowl and stomp extra loud to be heard.

“Actually, yeah,” she said, giving me a screw-you look.

“Oh. Sorry.” I’d meant it as a joke.

“My mom was a nut job,” she said. “She’s institutionalized now. Glad you asked?”


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