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Saturday, July 12, 2014

undercover hippies

I forgot to tell you last time we were in Berkeley, Ming and I walked out of Espresso Roma and a Greenpeace canvaser on the corner asked us, "Are you two undercover hippies?"

Ming said, "No," and we kept walking.

What the hell was that about?  His long hair, our holding hands?  Ming says she just wanted us to talk to her. 

I told Ming, "If we really were hippies, we would have stopped to talk to her.  Because we would have been high."  That was a joke.


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