...like the corners of my mind. Dirt caked in there, bug parts, you name it. My triumphant return to Starbucks sketching. Same old people, standing in the very same positions. One of them saying, "...they're just robbing Peter to pay Paul..." You can't hear that kind of talk at Fairgrounds. No talk of Peter-burglary in ex-Hippie Land. And who's Paul anyway? Some big crime czar who needs to wet his beak or whatnot? Can it be that it was all so simple then?