Tuesday, October 26th, 2004

I’ve just watched a show in a high school or community center. As I leave, I want to stop a friend of mine and see if he wants to catch the next show with me but for some reason I lose him in the crowd. As I make my way out, I file past banners and tables labeled “Columbia Street Association.” Most of the people seated around are Latino. A woman is in the gym singing a jazzy lounge version of Black Sabbath’s “Hand of Doom.” I continue wandering around but can’t seem to find my way out of the place.