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Patrick Scott Barnes
Most of Central Florida knows Stone Crazy (Patrick Scott Barnes) as a poet. Yet, he also photographs, DJ and blogs. The rest of the time, the now sober blogger guzzles Diet Coke in Central Florida nightspots.
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Monthly Archives: October 2019
Music Memorabilia Pics from Hard Rock Hotel Daytona Beach
Earlier this month, I rode with friends to Hard Rock Hotel Daytona Beach, located on the shores of Daytona Beach, Florida. There our friends Oak Hill Drifters played a good mixture of rockabilly, classic country, western swing, late 50s-early 60s … Continue reading
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My Housing Crisis Fixed!
My last blog involved me having to leave my rented spot in five days. Since then, I have successfully relocated. A friend is allowing me to sleep in a spare room until I get back on my feet. Another friend … Continue reading
Five Days to Move Out!
Boy, did I wind up in the shithole. Some of it is my own damned fault. So, here it goes. I move to Orlando’s College Park. I found me a room for six hundred bucks a month, utilities included. Yet, … Continue reading