The Laundromat's a great spot to meet, even when I'm mistaken for a seven year-old (because of his hair), which is funny all the way through the catfish and the chickpeas until the show and on to morning, learning how to name characters and deal with crises before chasing the bottle across town until the sun goes down on the good flavor in Dolores, legs sore, Ritual kicking in, beyond the vista to Rogue -- I love the sounds of North Beach -- and the house coffees and the Marina, where jokes, of all things, are funnier, then to strange-old-Amber, after which I realize I haven't ordered a pizza in ages, then the farmers market and I'm playing guitar all day and now it's now.
The Greater Mekong... is also home to striped rabbits, bright pink millipedes laced with cyanide and a rat that was believed to have become extinct 11 million years ago.
I don't even mention the oboe quartet.
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