Books and Crooks
I went down to S.F. last week and I had a good time. I brought Heather down there with me, which was a lot better than driving by myself. About half the way down there she got a toothache so we shoplifted some tooth pain relief stuff from a shit town. We arrived at the house where we were going to stay in Oakland at about 3:30 AM Saturday. We woke up in the morning and went to the bookfair in S.F.'s golden gate park. I saw an abandoned home bum cart with a full bottle of tawny port, so of course I took that shit. At the book fair I finally met Ramsey Kanen, and played two prelim games in the B.A.D.A.S.S. soccer tournement. The team I played on was hippo-concentrate, and we had a white shirt with black lettering and a bunch of hippos in a glass. We won both our prelim games, and the whole tournement the next day. At the book fair I got a lot of pamplets to read and saw a couple of interesting speakers, including one from the Biotic Baking Brigade. Saturday night we went and partyed but I was so fucking tired I went back to the house and passed out. The place had a couple of members of the soccer team living there, and I met them through the anarchist soccer website because they offered housing closer to the events. Sunday was the 1st annual B.A.S.T.A.R.D. conference, and it was alright. I didn't see Red Red on Sunday so I assume that she made it home alright. That night I stayed in the squat which was under a freeway near a BART station and got drunk. On Monday we came back after getting my new books from AK Press and spare changing for gas money. Thursday I finished my last finals for school so I'm on Spring Break now. I told Mike and Ricky that if they give me enough money we can go up to Canada, because they asked.