I sat in the train with hopped up teenagers heading for the beach talking about the Talking heads and dyeing a dog's hair purple or neon green depending on availability. I looked forward to seeing the ocean and breathing in the salty air as deep as I could. It didn't disappoint.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
The day Dennis Hopper died
I sat in the train with hopped up teenagers heading for the beach talking about the Talking heads and dyeing a dog's hair purple or neon green depending on availability. I looked forward to seeing the ocean and breathing in the salty air as deep as I could. It didn't disappoint.
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