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[nickandrovna]

First, why couldn’t I go to my chauvinists, putinists, anti-Semites, homophobes and xenophobs? I have to admit only pride was holding me up. Instead we went to see an ocean in Santa Cruz – me and my headache and I.
When I first saw the guy he was singing, and I have to state - there is nothing wrong with people singing.
He said – he is communisto-anarchist. I said - I grew up in communism and amount of freedom we had was that much. My new acquaintance cried.
He said his father was beating him up because of his long hair. He didn’t even know what “homo” is, just wanted to play music.
He said - for his whole life he never needed to hit anyone, didn't participate in a single fight.
He asked if I hire people. If I ever became a captain I would hire a crew of cripples.
He had some special thoughts about new age and growing vegetables.
He said that I am new age (I’m old and even movies I watch are black and white)
He said one happy day there will be no oil, but lot’s of vegetables all around.
He said I make him cry, but it’s good – masculine man cry all the time.
I said - I want his leg to heal. He laughed – that’s alright I have another one.
I left and my headache took off with me uninvited.

Poet and Patriot Irish pub in Santa Cruz.