Yesterday could have easily been a bad day on this trip of mine. It started off wrong early. But I managed to catch one of my favorite bands, The Hold Steady, in Williamsburg, where I withstood moshing kids and flung beer, to listen to powerful music played by a hard rocking band.My day ended on Lia's two-seater couch (which I have come to know and love), sleeping in my unbuttoned jeans, drenched in the sweet scent of dried, fermented barley. It was glorious. Life 3274, dead empty existence 304.
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