After the burning of The Man I was in the giant purple head on the Playa. By the fireplace I lent my jacket to you; the young lady who can't generate body heat. You disappeared to the temple, we found you, then lost you again.
You have my suit jacket. It is grey wool. In the pockets:
Rite Aid brand disposable camera
Timex digital watch
Other crap like a Visine eyedropper, beeswax lipbalm, dust
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colin (jacket owner)