it was a strange first fridays in the crossroads two nights ago. laura met carol and i at the usual spot between wyandotte and baltimore on 18th street. carol had some crocheted hats to sell, but the cold temps kept the hip hoppers and the jazz band away. a few art lovers were still wandering in the night. our noise attracted a stream of consciousness poet and a prank mugging.
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