We were in an occult book store on Central Avenue in Northeast Minneapolis. You know the place, books on esoteric subjects, tarot, kabbalah, living on the land on one wall and glass jars filled with herbal remedies on the opposite wall, the whole thing smelling like 1968. There was a guy in there, probably a contemporary of mine, with shoulder length ve…
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