That night, after the art museum and drinks with the comedy writer, we went to the live band karaoke event frequented by senior citizens, which is like 6 blocks south of my apartment in this bar that's been around since the turn of 2 centuries ago all in the same family.
As we were walking in to the door off the parking lot, my dad had us stop in front of the blank brick wall, which had some wires hanging down here and there around screws haphazardly drilled into the brickwork.
"Look at that," he was like. "That should be in a museum!"
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