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Posted in Jack Ruby Murray on August 22, 2008 at 4:47 am

Wow..true to my fucking word I blasted through Indiana (* are you sure? - Nev) and delivered a more or less workable piece. When I went to meet Eak in East Lansing I was tagging along with Neville..so I took the opportunity to strike out on my own. Nev and Eak took off the the YMCA and took some pictures - that night I took off to find some nightlife. I found a joint thick with smoke like an old hunting lodge called ‘the Clubhouse’. Place was jammed. Blue haze and chicks galore. And friendly too, ‘Welcome’, ‘come on in’, ‘you found the right place’ Not often a tough blue collar crowd like this opened it’s arms to bourgeois Jackie. Not one of them had a full set of teeth mind you. But who’s counting. Turned out the place was an A.A. meeting.

As Dudley Moore said in ‘Arthur’ when he was asked: “do you have to drink so much?”
He replied “It’s the only way of getting all this alcohol into my body.”

Eak and Nev and me take a ride into Lansing (guess we must be going West huh boys? ). And take in the sights. We stop at a TGI Friday’s and and introduce our boy Eak to the local population., And I sneak a couple of pics on my Trusty old Leica M6 (see pics) Nev says I’m showing off. I’m trying to impress the waitress Shirelle, who can’t understand why there’s no picture image on the back of the camera. “It’s a film camera, honey.” I say. “Film? you can show movies on it too?.” ummm. Check please.

Later on that night - it’s a balmy evening the first warm night of April - we head back through the Michigan State university campus. There’s a weird vibe in the air. And Nev starts getting nervous. “Something’s going to kick off.” he says. I call bullshit, but the guys seen shit go down before so we turn in anyway. Next morning on the news We discover it DID kick off.

While we were sleeping The town tore it’s self apart! The local Police Dept. responded the only way you can in a sleppy Mid Western town: with a volley of tear gas.

Bloody students.