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I was robbed at gunpoint in Atlanta about ten years ago. I was in a band and we were playing at a club called The Point. I went out to the van to change and a guy grabbed me and made me get into his car. He held a gun at my temple (a s/s revolver) while he went through my stuff. As we were getting a per diem, I had no dough. He made me get out and told me not to look back. I went into the club and told the manager, who poured me a very large gin and tonic. Anyhow, we went on and played a pretty good show.
It's funny, as a musician, I've played countless shows in NYC, LA, Detroit, Chicago, etc. etc. That was the only time I've ever been fucked with.
It is a very weird feeling--one of total violation.
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