"Shortly after Victor Ramirez fell at the hands of his black assailants, the first person to come to his aid was an African American motorist, who stopped traffic at the intersection of Roosevelt Avenue and 19th Street and jumped out to help the fallen man." -SF Chronicle ( Read more... )

gaaaaaaaaah!!!

the mighty continents divided ( Read more... )

maybe i need to drink more.

well, it's cold and it's quiet, and cobblestone cold in here ( Read more... )

I was a mere 20 feet from the hot dog stand outside the Fine Arts building on the San Francisco State University campus when I took the first bite. The miraculous taste of processed meat had barely formed in my mouth before, out of nowhere; I was pelted in the side of the head by an unforgivably large sea gull. Startled, I looked up to find another ( Read more... )

There are like 40 open seats in the library, and this girl comes and sits at my small little two person table in the corner. I am sitting here for privacy. Whaddafuck? I can't handle any distractions. Her perfume is too strong. If Darla was here I bet she could tell me what it was ( Read more... )

I can feel my eyes move. It's a bizarre feeling.

6:24 am. Two pages to go. My car must be moved by 9. I must be done by 9.

4:00 am, how am I not tired yet? 5 pages down, 4 to go.

2:40 am and it's pouring outside. Literally pouring. If I went outside right now, even for just a moment, I would be drenched. Thank goodness I don't have to leave yet. I wish I could take a picture of this intense rain.