So I was sleeping on the boardwalk in Venice Beach, 6 weeks or so ago, and when the shelter people came around I caved; been at the Weingart on 6th and San Pedro since. Idk if yall know about the weingart, but it's pretty scuzzy, and the vibe is tense and paranoid; combined w the gnawing guilt...
Tyler, the king of the road. Ty had a restless spirit that lead him to endlessly travel coast to coast across Canada, busking with his banjo, guitar, mandolin, fiddle, washboard, and a one of a kind, loud, raspy, singing voice. He and his dog Jack made many miles hitchhiking, riding the rails...
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