Dreams alight with fire

There's no hope

I was told hope is bullshit

  By someone who was in EST

   (A mind control group run by an ex- used car salesman who changed his name)

He used to "borrow" my clothes to attend meetings

  He paid hundreds for these meetings

  When we all moved out he owed me $300

But I eventually got it

  (After like ten years!)

He was still attending Self Actualization meetings in SF 

 But he was no longer wearing my clothes

  He worked at his brothers art gallery

  The brother was married to a famous SF socialites daughter who was also a painter (the daughter)

She did paintings- still lifes of martini glasses and high heels, Mickey Mouse heads, oranges, etc.

  She borrowed my Stratocaster because she was commissioned to do a painting of an electric guitar. 

I guess she never got paid because the painting was in the gallery back room years later.

 She hadn't painted all the stickers I had in the guitar.

It would have made it interesting