A matchbox that comes on like a mobster or an easy lay, and you’re not sure which to prefer.
The Society isn’t gone for good, but will change tack and set up shop in a new locale; the name Tenderloin wasn’t ever meant to exclude components of any city, but having been founded there, offered a scrappy urbanism born of necessity. The view from the gutter is at times good enough to afford the proper perspective, so the name stays, even if the city changes.
After getting settled in, The Society will return to regularly unscheduled posting.
Thank you in advance for treating each other with respect.
Rougish, zany, mad-cap: oh to possess such adjectives!
Those were the days.
In other bowling news.
Which are you?
San Francisco in 1913. Chances are you’ll be booked by an Irishman, and he’ll have some penmanship.
Three years, forgery.
Speaking of endtimes.
That’s what lesbians call it?
Learning about maths with ye olde print media.