i just got up from my computer a half hour ago to run a video that had to be back to hollywood before midnight tonight. in and out. on the way out a kid, 18 maybe, stopped me and asked if i was heading Sharries way. i said kind of and told him to hop in. i asked him if he was meeting friends there or something, and he said “homeless.” why is he in milwaukie then, not exactly your jumping urban city. he’s from Montana. so we chat, his parents threw him out. he smells of pot. no baggage. just his clothes. i feel bad either way. he talked a lot. back at my house. it’s bigger than ever.

adam.

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