funny
I was just in the Canvass Cafe, which is around the corner from where I am staying. It is a gallery-cafe and at night it turns into a gallery-night club. There was a guy about my age sitting next to me grading high school english essays. Did you ever imagine as a high schooler that your english teacher would be sitting in a gallery-night club, grading your paper to the tune of "My Angel is a Center Fold," wearing shorts and flip flops, and using his cell phone calculator to figure out your grade percentage? Getting old is just weird.
Or, maybe I just didn't grow up in San Francisco.
Or, maybe I just didn't grow up in San Francisco.