Saturday, February 21, 2009. It was a very long day, and it rained. I found myself at a flea market in Old Hickory, TN, when the weather turned from pleasantly warm to wet and wind. Something eerie about that whole day. See more lonely doll faces HERE.

Later that night, I found myself in the low light of the bar in the Best Western Hotel on Music Row. Long story short: don’t go to a motel barroom on a Saturday night, when it’s a middle-aged blonde woman’s birthday, there is bad vanilla cake, ain’t nobody there but her friends and family, some guy is on stage talking about all the money he’s made from writing a popular song, and the bartender is on weed and from Ohio. Get the hell out of there.

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