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Thursday, July 21st, 2016
Altadena, California
1:16 AM

The studio was empty by July 1st, and so was the apartment. All of my things made it down the steep four flights. We left on Tuesday morning and it was strange to watch the familiar fly by one last time. Briefly saw the honky-tonks then left them behind, and went searching for the river we had only seen in books and movies. In Louisiana, it looked like rain. The radio said to take shelter in a basement, but all we had was a truck. We finally got to a casino and tried to stay the night, but they turned us down when they saw the small head of …