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We were sitting in The Pink Elephant, a funky little neighborhood bar on Main Street in Ocean Park. It's gone now, a victim of Main Street gentrification. It was the summer of 1978. I'd bought a new drawing pen that day and Jimmie wanted to try it out. I gave him my notebook and he made this quick sketch. "Sign it for me, would you?" I said. He chuckled, signed it, and we ordered two tequilas. Orange juice and tequila, actually, but the cheap drinks at The Pink were pretty stiff, so there wasn't much juice. Cheers, Jimmie, I love ya always.
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