Why would a guy, wearing a big ol' custom-printed "Obama is my man" tshirt, buying drinks for all the other philosophers solving the world's problems (at 10 a.m.?), conspicuously petting all the dogs of all the prettythinwhitefemale customers, fling a filthy name at an innocent woman asking permission to take your picture?
"Oh come on", the nervous bartender said, "don't be a dick. Here, hon, take one of Gary under my flag".
The fellow who refused to be photographed went on with his World Peace as Long as It's Inside a NorCal Bar act out on the heated patio, while I got this nicer guy in blurry profile.
This blog is getting to be a lot like my life - the places where I think I'm going to see a new and interesting face is just another sauce with the same old leftovers.
And the places where I go everyday with no inspiration always surprise me, like a cat that suddenly answers when you call.
This town was the whole damn list
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