girls
San Francisco is a jealous harlot and after seething at my blog posts from Texas for four days, she flashed me a little skin to remind me what I was missing. I'd been back less than 24 hours, and it being a warm, blue-sky day, Scott and I
drinking
First they lure you in with a young, beautiful girl who seems to want to hang out with a group of five 30-year-old guys all night at a salsa club. She walked over to us. Tall, glowing, maybe 23. We were at the front table in a bar, rocking out
girls
Diego
It wasn't a shooting star, but as Diego and I were running for the bus last night on the way to Monk's Kettle we passed two girls also chasing after it. The driver waited for us, and them. So, St. Frances, if we'd stopped
DC
The day St. Frances, Diego and I signed our lease was one of those hot, still days in the City. Not a cloud in the sky, almost 80 in late August. Everyone was out. Shorts, skirts, beers on the sidewalk, runners, hipsters and yuppies walking up and down Divis -