June 29, 2013

Painted a little. Went to the Apothecary to hear Frank’s band. Longed to hear Frank’s band. Arrived at 9 and left finally at 10:40 without hearing a single note. I was told we were on “punk time.” Unfortunately, I don’t do punk time.  Lovely conversations with the boys, though, which I cherished as long as I could, before frustration began to drown pleasure.  Asheville is alive and happy at night.