End of the set. Guy on the left looks like he could be Mr. Boring--the local chapter of the Revolutionary Communist Party, and the guy responsible for the "Free Bob Avakian" grafitti that used to grace every fucking underpass in town. Which made him sound like an interesting person to talk to, but . . . hence the nickname! Can never remember the name of the guy on the right, a Brown School product, because for years he went by his nom-de-lysergic-acid "Topaz". Dude was like permanently fried. It was a drag when he came around because of the shit that would come out of his mouth, though we tolerated it because of the shit that would come out of his pocket--he always had a bag of weed on him. But really, the last thing you want when you get a good buzz on is to have to listen to the dude explaining in all earnestness how you don't really need to eat food to survive, that you can subsist on colors alone. Like some goddamn Skittles commercial!!! The funny thing was, he started hanging out again later during the Your Food era, wasn't ingesting psychedelics every day, and was a really smart, funny guy. And still travelled with bag in pocket.