languid

i'm really agro today. the kind that wants me to get mugged so i have someone to go off on. which is just a little more than testy.

on another note i have been playing guitar for the past couple days consistently which is good. broke a string yesterday and switched out a new set and went back to it. the new strings fucking sizzled with shine so much that i turned everything down to chop off the top and it was just big, fat, heavy heaven. makes me want to change my strings everyday.

powell's place, sf soulfood opened back up. they left their hayes valley location that they opened up in 1972 when i was one. they moved into the straight ghetto spot in the filmore on eddy. projects and redevelopment buildings splattered in pumpkin, tomato, mustard and slate blue. all kinds of rumours of the goings on down there. so i was able to get parking on the street during my errands and pick up smothered chicken fried porkchops and candied yams with red beans and rice. it seems to be not as salty as before which is not bad just softer than the sharp salt of before. maybe they are trying to be healthier....

so it was good. i feel better with comfort food and some beer.

i'll play more guitar. drink more beer and stay out of trouble.

the picture is off california around two in the morning. up near powell and it seems to me that the pyramid is off in the distance, on the left. i love the steam and mist that stinks and floats off the street to colour the scene.

aloha,
j