The bit with the Walker operator leaning out the hatch and obviously lost (was that Haight and Ashbury? LMAO!) is perfect for San Fran - between the hills and the looping streets, one sees many people with that same expression/body language: "I just don't know where the hell I am..."
Then there's the Castro district. Talk about sweet ass... but I digress.
Oh, that's too perfect - turning the map upside down, then sideways, then right side up again... "Errrr....?"
Meanwhile, Vader is clubbing down in Hollywood....
Speaking of which, this clinches it: once I get home to that third world country known as Los Angeles, I'll have to cajole you and yours into visiting (after my house is in order). Should the novel sell well, I'll help spring for tickets, as I'll be having quite the celebratory bash.
And when that happens, I'll also wish for a pony, too.
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Then there's the Castro district. Talk about sweet ass... but I digress.
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Meanwhile, Vader is clubbing down in Hollywood....
Speaking of which, this clinches it: once I get home to that third world country known as Los Angeles, I'll have to cajole you and yours into visiting (after my house is in order). Should the novel sell well, I'll help spring for tickets, as I'll be having quite the celebratory bash.
And when that happens, I'll also wish for a pony, too.
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