FUN WITH NEEDLES

First smoke of the day after seeing a woman armed with a sharp object in Chinatown (哇，謝天謝地，第二個針打得咗了！); I got there before there was a line. Afterwards, on Stockton Street, I purchased a bag of red and orange chilies. Passed by several shops just opening up, wandered down familiar alleys. Feeling on top of the world.

The Hollywood hadn't opened yet, but the Regency Café just down the block does breakfast business, so there were signs of activity. Washington Restaurant had a door ajar, people start the day with coffee and a pastry there. Golden Star on Walter Lum Place was setting up for the lunchtime crowd. Among the hundreds of people I passed in the hour and a half I was down in C'town there were half a dozen loonies, because everywhere in SF you will encounter them.
Rarely they're Chinese; these were all Caucasian.


Most of my favourite businesses have survived. It's been an entire year of flapjacks hitting the fan, but there are vaccines, the orange dung receptacle has retired to his vulgar nouveau riche palace in Florida, investigations into the January 6 insurrectionists and traitors continue apace, Giuliani's reprehensible activities are being investigated, and a number of anti-maskers and anti-vaxxers bought the farm (and many more to go). There's light at the end of the tunnel.


All we need now is for Tucker Carlson to die in a freak-accident involving a tub of Cool Whip, straps, and a vacuum cleaner during a Fox Broadcasting office orgy, and life will be perfect.




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