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Monthly Archives: July 2010

We are at the Seagull, many musicians there. A jail cell is right in the middle of the dance floor. A musician who looks like Otis from Andy Griffith Show is playing a fiddle. A friend of ours is playing guitar with him, but outside of the cage. I tell him the prisoner is a great musician, and ask why he hasn’t been there before. Our friend explains to me that it’s hard to move a whole jail cell as they have to rebuild it every time they move it, and drop it down into the building from the ceiling. I start to ask him if he cares if the taxpayers are funding that kind of service, but decide against it.

They are playing a song called Steamboat Annie and I’m enjoying it to an extent. I’m next to the jail “cage” and see that there is an opening. The musician prisoner could reach through it if he wanted, but doesn’t. He looks depressed and lethargic. Too depressed and lethargic to do anything like that. I move away from it anyway. I wake up.

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