THE NEXUS OF
PLATICOMB, pt.5
I went home, all the way,
backwards. Everything was
wildly spinning - on the top
of the hill in Ithaca, the old
Gulf station pumps read 84
cents a gallon! A Chinese girl,
and her boyfriend, I guess, were
walking along the gorge. The
path was otherwise empty and
they were intense in conversation,
but they stopped to say hello.
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Other than those few things I
can recall, there's nothing more
to add. One guy told me that I'd
left a Biker bar on foot, but there
are no biker bars in Ithaca.
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