Many years ago, a few friends and I got together and decided that it would be cool to start a bar/music venue. We looked around and found a spot that was on the market, so we started making calls and got ourselves a tour.
As part of the process of going out of business, the previous owners and their clientele thoroughly trashed the place. It was pretty ghastly from that, and had then sat unoccupied for about two years, which only added to the mystique. A small detail that sums up the experience: just as the real estate guy was explaining that the food prep area could have a decent swipedown and all the equipment would be good as new, he finds a petrified mouse in the fry vat basket.
At least I understand how that happened. If you go through this slideshow of CBGB's being cleaned out, pause yourself at photo number 17 and try to work out how that mouse came to be there.
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