The 71.
I chat with the tourists,
The only sane ones.
California
from Chinatown to Clement,
a yuppie sandwich.
22 Fillmore:
Doritos, Cheetos, Icee–
hormonal salvo.
Oh dear number 6,
Tourists seem a bit on edge.
Muni and acid?
This is where our services might prove beneficial.
Formal apology issued to the fellow who received a withering stare from me this morning. I thought you were ironically slow-clapping my gangling gait. No, you were packing the tobacco in your cigarettes.
Q: How do you turn down the Invisible Man?
A: Tell him you’re seeing someone.
Q: What does a snail say when it rides on a turtle’s back?
A: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Cocktail Week looks fun, but I think it’s 51 weeks shorter than it is around my house. Curiously, the Boothby Center for the Beverage Arts is opening next door to the enticingly named Medical Respite & Sobering Center.