outside the quik trip at university and east 30th,
he asked me if i had a spare ticket to the fair.
i did, and i ditched him at the butter harry potter line.
i was humming this tune.
i love "east side night" at the fair.
THE ROAD IS OUR AGONY, BUT ALSO OUR DAILY BREAD - - - a series of memorable and forgettable rants, ramblings, and stories from the road. . .
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