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by Ty Webb_Archive
I love summer Fridays. Rough, busy week culminated in a totally serendpitous short Friday. I drank at Corner Bistro, home of one of the finest burgers in the NYC metro area, then White Horse, the famous dirnking (and dying) place of my literary hero, Dylan Thomas. There are tim3es fwhen living in NYC really pays off. True, there are gratuitous picture sof Dylan everywhere, in a shameless payoff. But equally true, I could see the sidewalk where he collapse, could see the shiny, well used booths where he held court, and could see the view out of the grimy windows upon which he breathed melodramtatic genius.
I'm shitfaced. Music is in order. Ridiculous music.
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