we entered san francisco through a shimmering gate of
metallic movement & metro motion…set off by partly cloudy skies
we were on a monica mission: to live it up in san fran,
buy clothes, etc & sell some comics!
the sun would come and go with the convention crowds.
we were picked up from the holiday inn by a red hummer
people seemed to be more forthcomingly friendly,
while vegan food & soymilk flooded the streets…
cab drivers floored it down vertical hill drops,
quietly delighting in our wide-eyed terror in the rearview.
from hot cookies down in the castro to the stunning
discovery of a bio-graphic novel about david wojnarowicz
translated from his journal writings into comic form…
i am severely time warped and must now retreat to bed.
more “true travel tales” tomorrow…
