It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.


2010-03-05

Notes:

Some artist from the scene in New York in the late sixties said you could work in a book store and be an artist in that period in New York and survive. You cannot do that any more. The city is friendly to the art, but not the artist. The price of survival is just too high in the city.

Spent 10 minutes looking for for a work USB drive. Found it in my shirt pocket. I'm trying to think of the last time I wore a shirt with a pocket. it has been a while. Need to get on that laundry.

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