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What I Love About Venice, California
I was at the Rose Café in Venice yesterday; one of the few cafés where you can get a glass of Chardonnay in the afternoon with your coffee and pastry (dumb American liquor laws!). A bearded crazy old dude wearing a blanket and carrying a staff leaned in the front door (not the idiot from the Hab, Lena). The guy barked like a seal. Loudly. My friend Koz, across the café, looked up for a moment and went back to his work on his computer. The guy barked again. Nobody looked up, nobody cared. The guy barked again. One of the counter guys barked back. Nobody looked up, nobody cared. The guy turned and left. Business as usual, Venice, CA. And there’s something kind of comforting about that. In fact, when I go places where nobody with a wild beard comes in wearing a blanket, carrying a staff, and barking -- I start to itch.

Posted by aalkon at June 25, 2005 10:34 AM

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