I am a professional musician. For the past seven or eight years I have been playing gigs in and around Charleston as well as on the road. Since September 1999, I have been playing guitar with Momma & The Misfits at Momma's Blues Palace on John Street. One night, around 11 p.m., while at Momma's, I decided to go outside, get a breath of fresh air, smoke a cigarette, and get away from the crowd and music for a while. So I did just that. For about 15 minutes or so I stood right by the front door of Momma's Blues Palace enjoying a smoke.

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