<p>My life is in constant upheaval these days.However that's just the way I like it. There is nothing worst then boredom and decay. I tried to move away from that by leaving SoCal. Then got stuck in Novato for 2 years. At the moment I live in Corte Madera and in a month I will start a years lease in San Raphael. Yesterday me and a roommate signed lease papers and then took a walk through China camp. A San Francisco land mark on the coast near San Rafael. Here is where Chinese immigrated and tried to make a living fishing and Shrimping.
Unfortunately San Francisco was a very racist place at the turn of the century and the city did everything possible to shut China Camp down. As one walks across the Ghost town there is a sense of great tranquility, something that was probably very hard to achieve when the town was a busy work camp. We wandered down the beach looking at distorted rocks through the flesh of dead jellyfish and found a stairway that was surrounded by wild(now) growing plum trees. These plums were green and looked more like oversized cherries but turned out to be delicous. I saw what looked like wild herbs but was put off by the thick and thorny berry bramble weaving it's way through this long abandoned garden. I ended up taking a shirtful of plums home to share. </p><p>
Today I spent most of the day at a car dealership. While I was in the lobby a film crew came by and asked me to give a thumbs up on service in exchange for a free oil change. So those in marin might be seeing me on local cable channels soon.So here I am, present time, a car dealership commercial star with an $800 brake repair bill, a bowlful of cherry sized plums,listening to Billy Corgan croon about how strange life is. The irony of the moment just breaches the subconcious and escapes me....
Unfortunately San Francisco was a very racist place at the turn of the century and the city did everything possible to shut China Camp down. As one walks across the Ghost town there is a sense of great tranquility, something that was probably very hard to achieve when the town was a busy work camp. We wandered down the beach looking at distorted rocks through the flesh of dead jellyfish and found a stairway that was surrounded by wild(now) growing plum trees. These plums were green and looked more like oversized cherries but turned out to be delicous. I saw what looked like wild herbs but was put off by the thick and thorny berry bramble weaving it's way through this long abandoned garden. I ended up taking a shirtful of plums home to share. </p><p>
Today I spent most of the day at a car dealership. While I was in the lobby a film crew came by and asked me to give a thumbs up on service in exchange for a free oil change. So those in marin might be seeing me on local cable channels soon.So here I am, present time, a car dealership commercial star with an $800 brake repair bill, a bowlful of cherry sized plums,listening to Billy Corgan croon about how strange life is. The irony of the moment just breaches the subconcious and escapes me....