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I saw Johnny de Courcy outside the Carnegie Community Centre a few days ago. He was leaning stock-still against a sign post and had the most spaced-out, far-away look in his eyes ever. I wonder where he was and how he got there. The lyrics to "Cherry Lane" never seemed so fitting:

Let me be in the clouds
I just wanna be okay
I know I won’t bother you
So just give me my drugs