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Day 1:

Warm wake up beside good jade with sun streaks and a wash away stoned night. Pull two stragglers and old friend to meet Alan Wong – Landlord and Father of 1 smiley faced boy.

The Alabama place is ours and the day walks into afternoon with huevos rancheros, sprinkles of talk, a ukulele player on the street, news of nearby open mic night (Wednesday) and a sweaty nap with no dreams no sleep and movement (digging into the futton and elsewhere trying to find something).

Our utensils are random and lacking in a charming way. we scoop up small simple moments and feel a wet comfort. Four of us share things and sit on the floor with art supplies and books and guitars scattered.

The night goes til morning with a 5am shower and a few cigarettes. And Ben knocks on the door without showing his face.