I think I will go in a different direction when I leave this library in a minute.
I have been running into David the water jug player the past few days.
Last night I jammed with him and he started to spange people who walked past.
When he/we had enough for a pint of vodka; he went off to the store to get it; no discussion on the matter preceding it.
While he was gone; someone threw me a tip.
We were on Canal Street, which is noisy and where people are on guard against people like David the water jug player.
His water jug playing was nothing special, either.
I have been running into David the water jug player the past few days.
Last night I jammed with him and he started to spange people who walked past.
When he/we had enough for a pint of vodka; he went off to the store to get it; no discussion on the matter preceding it.
While he was gone; someone threw me a tip.
We were on Canal Street, which is noisy and where people are on guard against people like David the water jug player.
His water jug playing was nothing special, either.
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