Trapped in San Rafael
What does one do in the confines of an elitist northern California suburb of San Francisco which has now transformed beyond recognition, and is now devoid of any childhood memories whatsoever? Nothing, that's what. So I guess I'd better bid farewell to moms and pops, hop a plane back to Vegas, and then I'll be home again. I'll be able to resume savoring the Vegas glitz I love oh so much, I can brag to my friends about my endlessly fulfilling newspaper job, and I can recommence the visceral pleasure provided to me by my unique and exciting lifestyle.
Actually, scratch that. I think I'll just stay right here. Maybe I can con my dad into seeing Shattered Glass. It's playing at a couple of places in SF, y'know. My actual fight leaves tomorrow night, so I think I can hold off on resuming my Vegas Stimulation (TM) until then. HeeHee.
Actually, scratch that. I think I'll just stay right here. Maybe I can con my dad into seeing Shattered Glass. It's playing at a couple of places in SF, y'know. My actual fight leaves tomorrow night, so I think I can hold off on resuming my Vegas Stimulation (TM) until then. HeeHee.