I'm contemplating bringing my stereo back into my room to play loud music.
It's February 2nd and in San Francisco's Mission District that means 60 degrees and blue skies. I remember this from my first visit here; jetting down alone at the age of 17 to try out for acting schools. What a trip that was. I sat in Union Square for a couple hours between auditions and just soaked it up.
Today I impose order on my posessions, deal with the IRS, and decide how to prepare myself for the first leg (New York) of my ramblin' time. The widows are all wide open: out with the old, in with the new. Kick out the Jams indeed.
