in keeping with the tradition of reckless spontaneity, i was out in melrose this afternoon to met up with this guy named jerry garcia and director cullin tobin. something’s brewing, and it smells like the speaks. i’m totally stoked. perhaps it would make more sense in a few weeks when i eventually write about what happened in that dirty alleyway. the cops sprung up on us too. but i’m not spilling. :) what a weekend! banzered!
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