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 [...]
Published on January 3, 2006
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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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I am the founder and editor of Vagabond Journey. I’ve been traveling the world since 1999, through 93 countries. I am the author of the book, Ghost Cities of China and have written for The Guardian, Forbes, Bloomberg, The Diplomat, the South China Morning Post, and other publications. VBJ has written 3729 posts on Vagabond Journey. Contact the author.
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