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But when Wherebe left the wood and the photography shops for me there was only the pottery shop and I was not going to do the entrepreneur route. In the end I discovered that unless some alternative economic system actually paid people, it was a dead letter box. People had to get money someplace.

Which might bring to mind the merchant. I had two merchants as Marko and again Edwardo. Eventually Edwardo did not like Marko. Probably because Marko was always insisting on doing things his way and always messing up. Edwardo sold weed. Both he and Agea sold clothes they had bought and brought up from Guatemala. I remember the men were sitting in the Professor's living room conversing, and the woman were in the kitchen. And suddenly Edwardo would start talking to his wife in the kitchen, who was dickering apparently, over prices of the beautiful thread work of Guatemalan Indians. I couldn't understand how he could be in two places at the same time, or following a conversation is a separate room. But then I was stoned.

Around this time I took up the base guitar. Think someone leant it to me. I used to try to play a little bit in the afternoons when nobody was in the apartment. I remember being conscious of the fact that people could hear me downstairs in the pottery shop, but oh well. I was asked why the base ? I might have said because I like keeping a steady rhythm. Maybe I associated lead with my friend Smitty. He had a band in high school and he played lead guitar. They were pretty good. Lead guitar was like Smitty. There was a character study. My base playing didn't last long. My fingers were not long enough for one thing.

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