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So, last night I get off of work at 11:30, and notice this kid with a guitar and harmonica.  Dressed in what can only be a Dylan-esque garb, complete with wily, curly fro, he starts playing...surprise surprise, a Bob Dylan tune! That's certainly not a bad thing, but it was a definte easy call. His name is Ray Mason, and he's a vagabond, and he's one of the raddest kids I've ever meet. Sick harmonicaist too. 

Anyways, we bought about 5 $2.00 PBR Drafts each, and after that went back to the place he was staying at on 50th and Whitaker, smoked two spliffs, watched the Outdoor Network or whatever, and watched Cowboy Weekend on AMC - (Live the Code!). I went home just as the sun was coming over the river, passed out at 6, woke up at 10, went to work till 5:30, found Ray and made some money playing songs down on River St. We then walked around Savannah, went to my car, got coffee, went back to his place, smoked another spliff, and wrote a song. 

He's got a music myspace:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=25296070

We'll be heading to Manhattan at the end of this month. 

love
timmy

EDIT:

Last night three people were walking by and Ray called them over and this one girl Cynthia was kind of sloshed and I asked her for a cigarette and she gave me, so I said "Thank you, you're my hero."  Well then she replies with "Heroine."  But, I thought she meant she wanted to do smack, but she was just correcting me...I think that's an amusing story. She gave me and Ray kiss on the cheek when she left! It was cool in a "instant-crush" sort of way. Those instand crushes happen a lot, though.

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Timmy, it's Krystin. I miss you very much. Add me back?
doneeee
I added him on myspace. yay. I liked it.
The heroine story made me laugh. :]
i must admit, i just a wee bit inebriated.

but.

fuck, when am i not.

July 2007

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