the other day I stopped by my friends record store to eat lunch with her and found...
this
no one in the room, just this little girl, fast asleep by the banjo.
ofcourse, it turned out that she was right there, backstage if you will, grabbing something businesslike or another, but for a moment I just quietly stared at this girl and repressed a giggle
one of the reasons I moved here was because I was looking for a place that had communities. little pockets of home outside of home. spaces everyone would share. cafe you could comfortably inhabit for hours on end or a record store where you could let yer little one take a nap while browsing for some new tunes.
yeah.
Mar 25, 2006
record store nap
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