So far, one similarity: “piss clear”, baby. I’m trying to flush whatever nastiness out of my system that my body has no use for. The result of this has led to the major difference between Burning Man and yesterday’s treatment: a pristine porcelain throne. I think I cleaned the toilet more times yesterday than in my entire forty two years.
One day, I’ll stop making face. Until then, there’s Do Your Worst. Photo posted by George.
From what I can tell, Derek and I drove through a dense fog last weekend and came out the other side in an alternate universe. I’m still working out the details, but something is afoot in Cole Valley. Before you go saying that I’m nuts, or rather, more nutty than usual, I do have proof.
Had I know that a crew of paint wielding party poopers were going to obsure the graffiti adorning the first few hundred feet of the Sunset Tunnel last weekend, I would have had second thoughts about going out of town. Yes, my lucky Bigfoot One is no more.
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