Went to a party at a punk squat in Buffalo. Was real fun. Bands played to subdue coversation, so we all just made out….and danced. I really love my Buffalo friends but I fail to believe that they exist when I am not there, and they probably feel the same about me when I am gone. We just pick up where ever we leave off as if we never part. This has been the first year in the past five that I did not spend my cyclic month living an attic in this city. Buffalo is but a skelaton but the folks that live there have heart. They also know how to laugh.
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