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Jun 12, 2006 23:42

I see Sam of the Pink Flamingos constantly. I've played music with the band twice since break has begun, and I've seen Sam two other times. The Pink Flamingos are rather excellent.

I went to a funk concert at the blind tiger saturday night. They were true new orleans funk. The bassist was ridiculously good at slap. About halfway through the bassists strap broke, the drummer and guitarist kept on going and the keyboardist began messing around on bass while the bassist found another strap, then he began playing the keyboard. They eventually went back to their own instruments. Then the next day I went to the Avett Brothers and they broke a strap. It was beautiful. Two straps broken in two days.

Tonight I sat around in the park with the boys. We were under the shelter and hoping for a starm but nary a starm arrived. We ate chips and salsa and drank coke.

Then my mom gave me a packet on the effects of marijuana. I had to suffer through near nine pages of impertinent information. But I did not know it was proven to be addictive. I always thought it wasn't.
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