July 22, 2018, 6:30pm.  About Me.  I’m at sitting in KC Café, at the Kennedy Center in Washington, DC.  I am enjoying the view; so seldom do I have an opportunity to see the sky with no towering buildings.  I came here, inside, after I made an important message from me announcement to theatergoers exiting the matinee performance of the Mormon Church of Satan’s Hamilton musical.  I had a bowl of beef vegetable soup.   I took a cab here from Union Station.  The cab fare was $14.84, which I thought was very unusual—usually cab fares are in dollars, not dollars and cents—and I thought it very coincidental—I lived at 484 13th Street in Park Slope—and I should have asked if I could take a picture of the meter thing that he showed me, the fare, but me at times dimwitted, I didn’t think to.  After I paid the cab fare, and spoke with the security manager (who was concerned that I might harass the theatergoers and I assured him that I do not want to alienate anyone, I want theatergoers to have a positive opinion of me, otherwise they will not seriously consider my message; I must be more careful when making an important message from me to theatergoers on line to see Mormon Church of Satan’s Hamilton musical next door to their Marriott Marquis de Sade hotel).  I sat outside, a cool breeze, and read the book I am currently reading.  At least three people walked by carrying CVS shopping bags.  A few minutes ago I searched for 1484. I do not know if 1484 pills are sold at CVS.  I could not find anything dental related, except street number in 1484 Iowa City, Iowa.




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