There is a man, a seemingly homeless man (quite likely a drug user, but not a junkie), who sits out on the corner of where we live out here in the middle of San Francisco and who, without fail, almost always (no joke, I’m talkin’ pretty much every afternoon for the past four years) asks […]
Well aren’t I glad I didn’t spend my money on the midterms. The running idea was to support non-insane, worthy-of-continued-nurture-and-guidance candidates in Georgia, Florida, and Texas (and anywhere else such a person was running) – nothing for California because California didn’t need my jack – but, in the end, I didn’t invest in that way because […]
King of Cups 