and just as i started to write this, i forgot the other parts

something about being at pitchfork fest and joni mitchell played, and it was really good and i couldn't figure out why nobody cared. i didn't know the names of any of the other bands that were playing.

and going down a trail and having to wait for dwight? i really don't remember.. wait i do

WEIRD

nevermiond so i drove all the way to boston but stopped in somerville and tried to park at a 7-11 and there were cones but they were knocked down so i parallel parked and someone yelled so i drove out and around a cul de sac and dwon a driveway and it was someone's bbq.i rode my bike to the front door and kept seeing people i knew, like jay and .. someone else, i forget. matt p? i didn't know where i was. my family was there, a little. some kids kept grabbing my legs. there were old drunk grandparents eating huge chicken legs and laughing. it was warm.

there was a kitchen, with lots of beautiful food on wood cutting boards, it was really well lit and seemed perfect. the food was imported with the flickr API, it was all tagged and you could zoom in and download more food

i stuffed a bunch of bread in my backpack

the seat from my bike was missing, i tried to get the kids to find it. someone yelled at me. i tried to steal a seat from another bike and attempted to drive home.

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