After living in scathing poverty, I'd actually found something to do: I walked by this two block long warehouse with the words "AMERICAN STEEL" painted alongside with my dog since I moved here. I never went in. The sculptures outside the building didn't appeal to me enough. (You will see them soon).
Then, the other night I discovered by accident something to do, where here, in Oakland, people are less abashed and more open about their art.
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