bob dylan still has it. that man can rock out. he looks a little like colonal sanders tonight, in his white suit and black bow tie. he is getting old, but still does a mean twist on stage.

i just looked down and saw a bag of weed sitting between my boobs. i forgot that was there. we smoked some lynb bud tonight with some random fellows. it was good stuff. i matched them with my swaggy dirt weed.

i got it back tonight. "it" being my groove. i feel creative again. it's amazing, really. it's that energy that gets me going; it's that scene that makes me feel like myself. i missed it.

jeff needs some serious change in his life. he is so uptight and bored. and so unhappy with his current situation. he was so stressed. even live dylan didn't settle him out. :/

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