We keep visiting our old spots like some kind of busker's cargo cult. Not crying it's very healing for things to stop. We are stoked to start stuff up again. I remember walking into this packed cafe, I had a gig in 15 min. and didn't think i was gonna get a cup of coffee. It must have been on my face because someone Yelled "Let Dingo through" and the line parted real biblical like. That was awkward. I'm the fool not the king. Another person yelled "Eff that guy" but that turned out to be my own internal monologue making fun of the situation.
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