It was the seventies and I was partying in Venice. Used to be a very cool all night private club on Ocean View named the Mirror Go Round with all these crazed Egon Schiele like neon portraits. Serious partying done there.
Anyway it was three in the morning when we decided to leave and go to Zookies, the late deli on 14th and Wilshire to get some food. Dave Mason was sitting in a booth a few feet away with his mother. Didn't talk to him but thought that it was cool that he was there with his mom.
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