First Fridays

Before I reached the First Friday tents, it was imperative that I step inside the Velveteen Rabbit, and visit with its proprietors. Their reassuring smiles and libations helped to dissipate any First Friday  fears that were swimming around in my head.
Before I reached my destination, it was imperative that I step inside the Velveteen Rabbit, and visit with its proprietors. Their reassuring smiles and libations helped to dissipate any First Friday
fears that were swimming around in my head.

I was ready. I took my last breath of cool air, and was gently waved into the street.

I was ready. I took my last breath of cool air, and was gently waved into the street.

And then I saw her, my guide. Laughing at my trepidation, she nodded my way, and jumped down the rabbit hole. I pushed The Fear aside, and followed her.
And then I saw her, my guide. Laughing at my trepidation, she nodded my way and pressed on ahead. I pushed The Fear aside, and followed her into the scorching inferno.
As the heat surged thru me, I felt myself being pulled thru the air, further and further inside  the First Friday vortex.
As the heat surged thru me, I felt myself being pulled thru the air, further and further inside the First Friday vortex.
I made a soft landing, and as everything came back into focus, I could feel eyes boring into my soul, and sounds of laughter coming from the direction of the Gypsy Den.
I made a soft landing, and as everything came back into focus, I could feel eyes boring into my soul, and sounds of laughter coming from the direction of the Gypsy Den.

I had found myself in the midst of a pop-up art show, with the artist and his posse close at hand. The two lovely ladies there were dressed in fashions from the Gypsy Den. They murmured the artist's name to me: David Overstreet.

I had found myself in the midst of a pop-up art show, with the artist and his posse close at hand. The two lovely ladies there were dressed in fashions from the Gypsy Den. They murmured the artist's name to me: David Overstreet.
I had found myself in the midst of a pop-up Original Hooligan Art show, with the artist and his posse close at hand. The two lovely ladies there were dressed in fashions from the Gypsy Den. They murmured the artist’s name to me: David Overstreet.
The gent on the left is Mr. Overstreet. He was sporting Lucky Sinners Underground Apparel. His companion, Mr. John, had on a Cash for Chaos T-shirt, (always a good choice my friend). They were happy to tell me what they were wearing, if not somewhat taken aback.
The gent on the left is Mr. Overstreet. He was sporting Lucky Sinners Underground Apparel. His companion, Mr. John, had on a Cash for Chaos T-shirt, (always a good choice my friend). They were happy to tell me what they were wearing, if not somewhat taken aback by my interest.

My quest for fashion had turned into a quest for art. I thought I may be falling in love... with the art of course.
My quest for fashion had turned into a quest for art. I thought I may be falling in love… with the art of course.

Saturday morning, I awoke with the memories of my deflowering still vibrant. As I looked up, I smiled at my new guests. First Friday had visited my beige bedroom.
Saturday morning, I awoke with the memories of my deflowering still vibrant. As I looked up, I smiled at my new guests. First Friday had visited my beige bedroom.
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