last night the moonlit floor of mississippi nights was filled with kids from forsyth blvd, dancing like fireflies beneath the milky twilight, they brought their flowered hair and the silver moon sparkled on it. except one kid who was drunk and belligerent and the security booted him.
today in minneapolis we’re tinkering with the idea of erasing the hard drive on our laptop. we may have to do the rest of the road journals on this tour from cybersmoothiecafe places.
delete hard-drive y/n ?