jazzman scott & sharks walked around madison all afternoon, feeling like we were in athens. ah, the college town. show was at the Nottingham co-op, who had a great view of the lake and very uninterested punk rock tenants. they sat on couches while we played, so i did too. sometimes you just have to try and fit in. i found an ERC, sat for a couple of hours, and started to miss home.
an excellent barista; a decent musician; a lazy writer who keeps buying blank journals in hopes of filling them up, but now just has a bookshelf full of blank journals; yearns to live a life of solitude in an isolated cabin in the woods; prefers the company of dogs or the internet over people.
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