2003-09-02 || 10:53 a.m.
|| everything falling right into place. ||
walking mission adventure with owen. walking down valencia street chanting 'i've walked down this street so many times' in time with footsteps. aging poets and dogs on leashes and life advice in the form of spray-painted cautionary slogans. stopping in the record store to a) listen to the best creaking sound from floorboards + big feet, b) visit friends by way of checking up on their cds all alphabetized and organized among rock and roll stars, c) fall in love with record store clerk (byron!), who is brawny barrel-chested bearded down to here, looking (disturbingly) much like my father circa 1977. leaning against the counter to play casiotone sidekick (always the sidekick, complete with punches to the arm, embarrassing anecdotes, confirming on cue and tugging shirtsleeves when it's time to go) and drawing impromptu flier of o's new pants to hang on bulletin board. returning to sidewalk to snap pictures of vacuums racing stripes and scowly missionkids, weaving our way past the mission past church through the castro up hills and bus routes to pant heavily on kelly's front doorstep.
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