Independant

Through a series of slippery slopes, scantily clad street jogging and carnivorous disposition, I found in my lap, the gleaming offer to go back to where it all began, the Independant on Divis, to fill my ear things with a new passion. Twas several years ago I found myself in that wonderful place, the elements quite the same. The opportunity to emulate such an evening was one I would not soon pass. My compatriots knew the recipe and with that, we climbed the stairs of our old Fell Street apartment, to count the stars that flew, then watch the Sisters glow before skipping down to leap into that venue steeped in history to sway in the dark and remember where I spent my first night in this resplendent city.

Max Favetti
mfavetti@mail.sfsu.edu
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