Zapateria!
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Went to the local palm reader and Miss Ev'lin didn't even LOOK at my hand before she said, "thinner" in a chilly voice. I had read the book long ago and a shudder went through me. Before I could finish saying, "That's FUCKED UP ... " she laughed and slapped her knee. "You shoulda seen yr face, my boy," she said. "Got me!" I said and gave her a playful punch in the jaw. "Don't ever touch my face," she said, rubbing her chin, "sit down, sit down." I sat.
She reached out and took my hand, regarded the back for a minute. She produced a small voice recorder from under the table and quietly said something into it.
"What was that you said," I asked.
"Oh nothing. I remembered something I need to pick up at the store."
"uh ... okay," I said.
Then she turned my hand over and was visibly shocked by something. I tried to pull away but she held on firmly.
"W ... what the fuck is it?" I stammered.
"Oh nothing," she said. "Well ... it is something."
"What?"
"Don't go see BRMC at the Sunset Junction festival. You won't like it at all."
It took me a second: "That was Saturday night! I already did it! And it totally sucked."
"mmm-hmmm," she said, "I see that. And another thing, don't order pizza from Dingy's."
"But I already did."
"And ..."
"It totally sucked."
"mm-hmmm."
"You're not telling me shit, you know," I said.
"But I'm not wrong, am I?" she asked.
"I guess not," I said.
"mm-hmmm."

Tonight - It's the last Thursday of the month. That means The Homestead. 19th and Folsom, SF.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

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