POOR THING WAS VAGUE ABOUT THE GIG AT THE SEBASTOPOL GRAVENSTEIN APPLE FESTIVAL. HE'S ALWAYS TRYING TO MANIPULATE. HE WOULDN'T EVEN TELL ME WHERE OR WHAT, SAYING HE DIDN'T KNOW. HE KNEW HE WAS PLAYING AT 2:30. HE DIDN'T WANT TO GIVE ME A CHANCE TO GOOGLE ANY INFO. THE DAILY WORD WAS GRACE.
WE DIDN'T LEAVE SAN JOSE UNTIL 8:30 A.M. HE STOPPED AT LOCO'S WITHOUT MENTIONING TO ME HE NEEDED THE PASSES AND TICKETS PRETENDING HE TOLD ME. WE GOT TO SEBASTOPOL AND HE WAS A CHICKEN WITH HIS HEAD CUT OFF.
HE TRIED TO DROP ME OFF AT THE GATE SO I WOULDN'T SEE ANYONE FROM THE BAND. HE DISRESPECTED ME HOPING I'D GET DISGUSTED. LIKE THAT'S SOMETHING NEW. SUCCESS WILL ALWAYS ELUDE HIM. I WONDER IF HE'LL EVER LEARN TO SEE IT OR WILL HE CONTINUE TO PRETEND.
QUITE THE CLIFFHANGER.
I HAD A GOOD TIME. I WALKED AROUND WITH MANUEL'S WIFE, GRACE. I BOUGHT BEADS, ROCKS, AND CHICKEN TKAAL FOR LUNCH. I CHARGED IT ON DISC SO I HAVE A RECORD.
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