A common theme (working on it.) the 12th

We get off the boat and someone leads us back into the bar. I say “This, this is a laugh.” John, the boy what lived inside canvas for so many years is here; the two French girls; a lot of the art scene, a few surprises. Its what 1970? 1965? Its confusing, now. A lot of people are here, and its all a lot different from what I expected. I say “This, this is a goddamn laugh.” I’m drinking heavily. I’m glad this place is big”, I lapse. I see someone, but this is no rag. Its 1965. Its 1965.