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  • On my way up the 101 to Santa Barbara, I pulled off in Ventura to toss down some pubs. I visited Ventura quite a few times when I lived in Santa Barbara, so I knew the café I wanted to visit, right on Main St. downtown, just a couple blocks from the old county courthouse. I park and stroll down the street, but when I get to the café, it’s closed. They are closed on Monday! What the hell! I’m familiar with restaurants closing on Mondays, but a café?

    I started walking down the street with Budget Press in hand, looking for an alternative venue for my zine. I came across another café, and it was very nice and comfortable, but it was just too nice for my grotty filth. They had expensive chocolates and plants and happy greeting cards. I got to the end of the street and crossed and walked down the other side, finding nothing that appealed to me. I decided that the nice flowery café would have to do, but I wouldn’t leave that many. And then I came across the entrance to Wild Planet. I didn’t even go inside the store, I just saw the big flyer board. Now that’s a place for Budget Press. I did what I came for, took a picture, and walked back to my car.
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