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By chris Date: 2007 May 05 Comment on this Work [[2007.05.05.20.52.9536]] |
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1. There was a whole hell of a lot more neon here when I arrived six years ago. Driving through Nob Hill we see that Stella Blue - the only Dead bar in town with blue beer on tap - has closed and been replaced by some place specializing in frappuchinos and lattes and everything, really, but real coffee. 2. Waiting for the poetry slam to start, and having time to waste, we venture into the dark Friday night heart of 'Burque, me and you - Mickey and Mallory without the murders - rolling down the windows to better feel the killing dryness of the desert, paved over with asphalt but still there, waiting, killing time too. 3. I never met Jerry Garcia. My first sort-of-girlfriend used to follow the Dead around the country, eating acid like candy, having visions she could never again capture or even halfway explain without them sounding like pretty generic bad dreams. That was years before I knew her. And if she ever met Jerry, she didn't say. I just knew him for his ice cream. 4. Moving into the War Zone slash Sex Tourism District, you tell me to slow down because someone is walking in the road. The man stops right there in the middle and grins at us, probably drunk, but maybe just celebrating Cinco de Mayo a day early. |