San Francisco is a public transportation friendly city. I don’t know how to drive, but even if I did I would still ride the buses, the monorails, the trains, the trolleys, and the cable cars because it is simply so much easier to get around! Plus, you save a lot on parking prices. With public … Continue reading Muni Chronicles: Just Open a Few Windows!
I threw away my favorite shirt. And, it kind of hurt. But I couldn't wear it anymore. I couldn't walk around in denial of the red assault stain tattooed near the collar of the shirt. So, I threw my favorite shirt away. Because of a drunk idiot at a concert this summer. The carcass of … Continue reading I Threw Away My Favorite Shirt.
I survived my first kiss with oxygen after my nine-month lease ended with my landlord. I survived the religious dictatorship of the hospital I was born in. I survived the ocean of tears that flooded my shirt when I was left alone to endure the deplorable and defective public schools of my hometown for my … Continue reading Survival of the Fittest
I was waiting at the bus stop to catch the number five to the university. In the span of nine minutes the sun smiled down on me, the rain danced on my jacket, the clouds enclosed me, and the wind swirled around my figure. The beauty of nature...
Come to the Summer of Love! We have “a nightmare of frustration, anger, disillusionment, despair, racial conflict, and disease swirling about Haight Street, turning it into a tension-filled area simmering with hostility. Fights, holdups, muggings, and rapes are common. Youngsters stand in doorways and whisper their offers of sale to passers-by. The home of the … Continue reading The Haight was Full of Hate: The True Story of the Summer of Love