Getting on the bus was a bit more difficult this time after spending some nice, productive time at home. Laina and I seemed to have found a happy medium where we both now understood what to expect. I knew I was doing the right thing however; there is nothing for me to do in
I should have known better. “Just a couple” turned into closing the bar. We ran into an interesting old school hippie while there. I give the Nuevo Hippies much grief, and abhor the 60’s sellouts-turned-Capitalists, but for those who have held on to their ideals through the years, despite their systemic annihilation, I have a great respect. I am always curious to get their perspective. I kept asking Catfish, “What the hell happened to you guys?” He only would answer that he didn’t know because he was in Federal Prison! I liked him even more.