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I drove down one Thursday and Jay and Token were up there playing Freedom and Viola Lee Blues.  Boris played some songs and there was another decent guitarist.  The songs were good and there was a young woman up front dancing insistently all night, and a few other people dancing around.  There was a backup singer.

Abigail Disney is cool

  Abigail Disney is a billionaire that feels guilty about it.  The New Yorker has an article on her.  I drove down to Bodhi bakery today, and the weather was warmer than usual.  They had several croissants left.  I had an espresso.
  I managed to play Althea and Fourth Street and several other songs yesterday.

Places I've stood and vaped or smoked

1. My front door.
  I look out on a lawn that I barely mow.  It's all single story houses on my block, and there's a grade school across the way.  I was standing out there and smoking, now I vape.
2.London, Pickadilly circus
  Downstairs at the hotel we were at several years ago.  I bought packs of cigarettes at the kiosks that had gruesome pictures on them, and were quite expensive.  I was tearing off the filters at that time.  People would set up tents at night on the cobblestones.  There was a church across the way, and a Pizza Express on the ground floor.
3.Quebec City, Quebec.
  The hotel was very nice, made of stone, in the old town.  It was mostly below freezing.  Everybody spoke French.  I was vaping nicotine.  There was a McDonalds up the way, and many fine espresso joints.
 4.Florida.  Port Charlotte
  I'd stand next to the street, look at the canal and the colorful birds.  I'd walk down to a bridge and back. 

this dope ain't your dope

My room had a bare wood floor and a mattress. Leaves of Grass was sitting on the shelf. I had a portable electric typewriter. There were beans to eat in the kitchen, and I washed way too much spinach in the vegetarian kitchen. The kitchen manager came in and said "We'll figure out something to do with it." I think we were havingg spanikopita. There was a chifforobe with a Bose speaker/tape player on it. Per would come in and read my Rick Griffin art book. I listen to Regatta de Blanc and Workingman's Dead over and over and barely went to class. Phones plugged into the wall. Pacific Film Archive played excellent films and Mrs. Fields' was just down from there.

I ended up paying a ton of fines at Barrington for skipping workshifts.