Dudes...the man shut down the turret. It was pre-summersuper bummer
It was a creation station, a breeding ground for derelict imagination.
Booze, pee-bottles, and extension cords were its secret guts.
Boys and girls camped and talked story about the ocean there.
It was decorated by the lives and leftovers of the great art people.
It was Rad, a shaggy seaman's Bachelor pad.
It housed the creative headband of the Sunset
Turret...your vibe has been appreciated.
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