North Beach Chronicles

Today, on Columbus Avenue outside the fabled Vesuvio Cafe, I gave a cigarette to a homeless woman with a live parrot perched atop her head. She asked for the cigarette, of course. The panhandlers here beg for cigarettes as often as they do for spare change.
San Francisco is not L.A. and L.A. is lost [...]

A Faded Love Letter Found Under a Mattress of an Old San Francisco Hotel

Sweetie pie, I just woke up. I was feeling my fat face. Wondering what you are doing. I just saw some dreams last night I don’t know how to explain them. I don’t remember them that well. Anyway, I was having these feelings last night. I keep spacing out. I feel like I’m in a [...]