And I’ll Call it … San Francisco Stories
The other night I took the dogs out for their midnight walk. As I was crossing the street, I couldn’t help but notice the screaming coming from the park. It was Madison on a binge, having a shout-out with an extremely loud woman.
As I was crossing the street, another of the park denizens was exiting. He saw me and said, “Don’t go in there, Derek.” I nodded and continued walking the dogs up the street.
Welcome to my San Francisco, where even the homeless guys are looking out for you.
And I thought: Wouldn’t it be great to have a site where I and others could post all their funny stories of San Francisco? And then I remembered I already did. I started it in ’98.
So, for the first time in a year and a half, I posted a new story there. And it’s not about crazy homeless fights in the park. It’s about boobies.
Maybe personal sites are like fashion – they always come back around.