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Sunday, 4 September 2011
Jerry's Milk Bar
Jerry's is just down the road from me and I'm not really sure why I hadn't got there before now, but today was the day. I remember Jerry's from when Dave lived on Broadway years ago. Today I walked down to St Kilda and on the way there, Jerry's was awash with cycles and pink lycra so I kept on walking. On the way back, pink had been replaced with more melbournian tones of grey and black which was much more me. I sat in the window with coffee and OJ as it started to rain.