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Jan 2016
little about last nights performance
I sang a song for the bartender
I said something like
tip your bartender
or something like that
it was cheesy
but I think the old guy appreciated it
he charged me less for my beers
when I left


But I did a few numbers
mingled with other artists
everyone was very respectful
and one artist said to me
"no disrespect or anything, but I wasn't paying attention during your set"
and he was genuine about it, he had long hair, kind of the last breed of new york beatnik
he was almost saying naumas day to me or something like that
and I responded,
"no its good for me, It makes me better when people aren't playing attention because it challenges me"

the look in his eyes was sincere, again
we didn't say anything to each other after that

Ben and I have plans
to put together a show
and we're gonna do a poetry set

I felt so guilty
for leaving early
the truth is I didn't feel like sitting through their set
I was tired and I had to wake up early for therapy
so I got up and started walking out
the bartender only charged me six bucks for two Guinness and a shot of whiskey
and I went back and grabbed my coat
and I was out of there
and took a cab home
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
(25/M/San Francisco)   
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