of course it was a different time, crossing Rock Creek Park in the morning while listening to the Smiths first album repetitively (even though I was all Fugazi and shit – yes, I’m aware there’s a connection), making my way to Georgetown where I worked in the back of Olssons either packing, sorting or dropping little magnetic strips in between the pages. seeing Lisa Suckdog at DC/AC after an acquaintance whined that his wife wouldn’t let him. that amazing 24-hour bookstore with Peter Greenaway shorts playing in the middle rotunda – a perfect place to stop after seeing a show at 9:30 and making my way to Mt. Pleasant. the incredible proliferation of Ethiopian restaurants, eating Kit Fo for the first and only time (it has to do with raw hamburger, ok) and being able to pick up miniature Blueberry sweet potato pies at the 7-11 around the corner. Fucking miss it. I will go back someday.