Note to my bus driver from this afternoon: a little patchouli goes a REALLY long way…
Unrelated: a friend of mine asked if I was going to the Castro for Halloween tonight. OK, it wasn’t a very close friend, but still. Everyone knows I go out of my way to avoid the Castro even at the most inocuous of times. Why on earth would I go down there on a night when the streets would be full of half a million people, 499,992 of whom would really get on my nerves?
