Motorgoofy Part 4

It was an interesting hodge podge of bric-a-brac and weird surrealistic paintings and other stuff. Strange cryptic writings on the walls, odd tile designs threading through the place, up the walls and over the ceiling. I remember stopping in front of a picture that said “Ain’t I a woman” and realized that it was a painting of Sojourner Truth, or at least I thought it was a painting of Sojourner Truth. It seemed to be Sojourner Truth through the auspices of acid or some other hallucinogenic because the background in her painting was frozen in mid movement. Above the stage was the sign for “Ohm” the universal sign and the universal sound, along with a Buddha, a peace sign, and other feel good groovynesses. I wandered through the top and the bottom floors a few times to get the feel of it all. I actually, due to the lack of people in the beginning of it, could have been towards the front of the class, but I picked and opted for the back of the bus action. As I wandered I chugged the rest of the rum and coke, but it hit too hard and I got a little woozy. I sat for a bit, had another cigarillo, and realized it would be a short night and a long drive back if I didn’t get something in my stomach, and the best concert food there is is French fries. So I sidled up to the bar and asked if there was some way I could cross over the forbidden zone to the other side of the place where the food was being served. The bartender told me food was available at the bar and I was all over it. They had bacon wrapped hotdogs, hot wings, hot stuff in general but they had the fries and that’s what I ended up getting. Took em about five minutes to get em to me, pipin’ hot and fresh, and it was down the hatch with them till they were gone. Basking in the French fry afterglow I chuffed down another cigarillo and about the time I was feeling the head rush, bout five seconds later, I snubbed out the end and made my way in as the first band was startin to jam.