met me a certified bad ass last sunday night, name of roy book binder. genius.
nut case.
friend.
brother.
teacher.
lover.
bad.
fuckin’.
mother.
saw roy book binder along with hurricane becca and her outer bands at the red dragon listening room.
that red dragon listening room. a truth they just can’t stop. (they’re still trying to stop chelsea’s, but they won’t do that either.) the city made them move it from its home on government to its new home on florida, kinda in what the kids call ‘the hood’. we played a fundraiser a few weeks ago there so they could build a chain link fence around the parking lot with barbed wire to, you know, give it a chance. and it worked. last night … fence!
same feel inside, though. warm people. byob. you step out to the parking lot for whatever else you’d like to do … fine. when you’re inside, you grab a seat on a couch and just … listen. good shit.
here’s roy talking about mother davis, the late wife of the late rev. gary davis. rev. gary was blind. but according to roy, he still ‘really liked women.’ god bless ‘em.
not that i’m an evil person, but … you know.
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