Sunday, November 7, 2010

Hours ago ...

Hours ago I was in a bookstore called The Humanité, where I smoked hashish and bought eighty francs worth of antique books. And later that evening, I’d meet a man and woman who’d tell me about a gallery opening and take ten minutes to explain walking directions from the park, the place of our encounter.  So after some food and wine I’d bought off a truck, I tested my sense of direction and went about finding the gallery. 

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