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After a pint with Michael and Mel, I walked down the street to one of Fort Worth's smokiest bars (yes, for some inexplicable, antiquated reason you can still smoke here in bars...Old West Cowtown indeed) to meet up with Justin to bequeath an old Pentax lens I'd been toting about. Good times, authentic times, realness; but now I am sitting here typing this naked because everything I wore this evening is in the washing machine being de-ashed. Back home, clear-headed, and trying to figure out what to do the rest of the evening. Think I'll read some more. I guess that is all. Cheers.