5/19/96 Eating breakfast at a hotel in the dining room, we see Bob Dylan and his band and entourage at a table. I bring over an old, obscure book of his lyrics for him to sign. He complies, rolling his eyes humorously and making faces at me. I notice he doesn't really look like Dylan: he's bigger and darker than I thought, almost like Raul Julia. Maybe he's a double.From an ongoing series of journals based on his Dylan Dreams,
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