Not quite Sesame Street but the gang hangs here in the summertime
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Watch the “Nine minute beat poem” by him…
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Kerouac maybe
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When I was a teen my friends and I would drop and go to The House of Pies. We didn’t go for the pie, we went for the visuals. The interior, which was pink and white shiny formica offset by black margins, was very brightly lit and was just crazy when we were peaking! After we’d been there a couple of times, they staff began seating us in the farthest corner of the restaurant, we assumed so other diners wouldn’t see us! Bunch of fucking stoners!
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Reminds me of:
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