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yesterday i was walking in the Mission and Devendra Banhart walked right past me. after about 10 feet of passing eachother, we both turned around at the same time. happened once more and he waved, i returned it and kept on walking, but it left me with butterflies in my belly. Angelina is leaving to go to washington today. im on my own now. but im living in this sweet ass apartment with this awesome chinese man named Michael Fong. hes a drum maker and photographer. and his best friend is an irishman (with an extreamly heavy accent) named Patric Kelly. Every night we jam to bob dylan.