Back in "The Den," which is how I actually prefer to refer to the shelter.
But earlier, I went to see my "mentor," whom I shall henceforth refer to as "Thor," and his band play.
They started at ten, which is late but it gave me time to drink lots of soda and actually order hot tea at a bar, which they didn't quite know how to handle.
Two large girls teased me for ordering tea.
I told them I always have tea on Bingo night. LOL.
As soon as the band started, I had a startling realization.
One of those things that is too fucking freaky to be anything other than some weird twist of fate.
I realized that the band onstage (Thor's), was none other than the band that was playing at the place I was at nearly a year ago on the night I would commit the crime that would get me arrested.
My ex and I had danced to their music... as a man named Thor played onstage, both of us entirely unaware that some force was pushing our lives together.
Weird shit.
But anyway.
I spent a good part of the night talking to a girl from Kentucky, about the blues.
I wrote down the name of five blues songs and also my email address so that she can "write to thank me when you love the songs, so that I can gloat."
She was amused.
But, I left just a few moments later and caught the bus here, to The Den.
And now, sleep.
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