It's been overcast and the rain has been much like the "barely spitting" rain one gets on a foggy day in the Richmond District.
I went to see a very quirky Mission-style theater production in a small black-box theater that I loved, but made me question the sanity of the playwrite and actors. Just days later I attended a reading by local authors of their "Erotic Fan Fiction" to raise money for a local art cooperative and there were multiple women and men dressed like Joan Jett.
A homeless man yelled obscenities at me when offered food instead of money just as they do in the Haight-Ashbury...and everywhere in San Francisco, really.
The comparisons continue with other more generic similarities such as areas built for and frequented by only tourists (Darling Harbor/Fisherman's Wharf), parks and bridges that play large roles in the cities' identities, large phallic iconic structures in the skyline...the only thing that seems to be missing is an island prison.
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Um, there is an island prison. It's called "Australia."
Good to hear that you're getting along a bit better these days. And to think, you'd contemplated skipping Australia all together...
sorry i never got to speak to u before u left us! keep in touch and let me know what u are up to. as always...keep safe. email me!!
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