Not a new year because you fucked (up)
Ah, we could feel San Jose descend upon us as we reentered - heavy, soft and boring. I was expecting something else in California but I realized that I hate the same things everywhere. Or something. Like that. San Francisco, however, was rejuvenating. I find myself attracted to it - nests, windowsills, down comforter, bus sick. Bay food: shabu-shabu, ramen, udon, pho, habachi. "Food for the gods" - dates & walnuts. An expandable mending kit. A nailgun magazine used as a comb. Quarters. "And then what are you going to do?" - just fucking leave me alone and stop asking. I bought paper today. It was good. the whole thing. The last three days.
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