
Dry. I am near an incandescent light bulb and I can feel the heat on my face. There is a smell of airbourne particulate. I can feel the heat coming through the bottoms of my shoes. The sweat evaporates, I don’t realize I am dehydrating. But it is the 1990s, and there is still an ozone layer. Not Portland, OR.
We are sitting at a table at Cafe Copioh (Las Vegas, NV) as Mike does the closing routine. Orit is showing me a card trick.

CBD gummies actually work. True story.
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