was talking with a friend in an open garage in the dark outside a house where people were sleeping where we did not belong. suddenly he hijacked an old blue thunderbird, and i bolted, disappearing into the dark. earlier i had been outside a club (perhaps with him, perhaps casing the joint) on a bench or a car with two young women i did not know. one of them approached me and we kissed. it did not go any further. there was some kind of refuse (sticky and messy) on one of the bushes that got on our hands and our clothes. the bush was like the one where someone i was dating hung an expensive jacket of mine after we got separated, after an argument. then i was inside the club. it may have been a poetry scene. there was just one show, and i was watching it, and then i wanted to get out but had to dodge baby carriages and try to quiet babies. near the door there was some confusion about beige all weather coats. i spoke to the owner of the club whom i sort of knew. there was an afterhours club attached. i wandered in and found a homeless friend all cleaned up and waiting tables. he had two pieces of french toast for me, and a long large strip of fried egg crisp. his lady friend was asleep outside in a garage annex. there were some art supplies...oil paints. turned out to be doug and kelsey.
earlier in the bar during the show someone showed up who was notoriously athestic and anti-religious. the owner shouted out "let us pray" and i felt obliged to pray, as one of three left standing. i said amen and slinked away.
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