Sunday, January 15, 1978

They were good enough to go up from the bar, oh, we saw a terrible nasty looking scurveee walking down the street and he almost got Ag in a wreck because he was staring at him. He looked like a water rat that was wringed out with grease. Oh, at the Winery the dude went up to the shop and got me some yeast. Then Ag played “My Generation” sung by Patti Smith, twelve times on the juke box, and we couldn't stand to listen to the whole thing once and we left. I hope they like it!