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The beginning of the end.

A little over a year my father and a friend of his decided to start up The Chesterfield in Sioux City, IA. It is a live music venue that has hosted a lot of kick ass music. It is a place where people can come together and meet without the typical bullshit you'd have to deal with at your local hip hop dance club. Old, young, fat, skinny, white, black it doesn't matter, because it's about the music.

It means alot to me, but it means the world to my dad. And so when he told me this weekend that they weren't going to be a part of the place anymore my heart dropped. The guy has put 50-60 hours a week at the place for the past year and now it's come to a point where it's not realistic to put the time and money into it any longer. I don't know how to feel or where to start.

...to be continued

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