That was August.
I don't mean to say that my life is empty. I just feel absurdly relaxed. And when I'm relaxed, I get lazy. And when I get lazy, there is no blogging.
Apropos of nothing:
There's this Orthodox Jew who lives at the corner of Castro and Market AKA Homo Central. I see him all the time when I'm walking down 18th. We observe each other as if there were a pane of glass between us. So, like, what is his deal? Is he there to save souls or is he discreetly and guiltily spitting mad game once the sun goes down? Thoughts?