SB sojourn, halloween stories

big rains storm drains, ocean silt
bright, cold winter sun
no surf kayaking
no figure drawing
no free beers at soho
yes melted together organic truffles & chilled languedoc
and beanbag & fleece blanket & good friends
black mink feral cat
saba with daikon, keola beamer dinnertime serenade
spine-altering featherbed

*

(and the writing continues. next story.)

what should i be for halloween? must be something that will facilitate getting me in and out of the castro, quick like. because the charming and talented miss j is performing with her hip-hop dance group, who will be doing 'thriller' in full zombie garb. the only reason i will go anywhere near that mess.

my last (and only) two halloweens in SF streets:

1. walking towards the mission to a party, i watched a cop car speed past our group of three for no apparent reason, then crash into a temporary chain-link fence, which hit one of my dearest friends in the legs, throwing her off her feet and landing her flat on her back in the street. she was fine, the third in our group was a doctor, and i filed a complaint with the SFPD that never received a response although i provided a detailed interview with an investigator (which was recorded over the phone and is now in their permanent records to be used against me at some future juncture).

2. another of my dearest friends ate a bad brownie – apparently it was EXTRA special, not just regular special – and believed she was going to die/go blind/lose her mind/have a heart attack. after we had walked her back to the lower haight, she puked for about five hours as we loaded her with water and debated whether or not to subject her to the ER only to probably receive a couple of tranquilizers. she made it till the break of dawn, and then we all had brunch at the squat & gobble.