damagegirl

ok, so i thought i might come back from sf with a story to tell but aside from making some money, trying to decipher what the woman that i share a shop with was saying (she talks real fast and mumbles), and coming back across the bay bridge at post traffic madness time (freeway phobia), the only thing that sticks out in my mind, aside from the fact that people can't fricken drive and are all out to murder me, is the little girl i saw walking down the street clutching this a tiny parakeet in her hand (you know, like how kids handle kitties and puppy's) and trying to shove her fingers into its beak. how would you like to be that little birdie?