FRAGRANT SMOKE AND SERIOUS MATTERS

The bar we to which we normally go because the karaoke joint is filled with screaming white women singing badly was closing early. Different person behind the counter than normal, and only one customer left. So it was an early evening. The burger place had been much like normal, however.

We spoke about recent events, particularly the disastrous loss of the Forty Niners on Sunday to the Seattle Seahawks. A complete rout. A debacle, a humiliating defeat, a totally miserable cringe-worthy performance, total abasement, humiliating, pitiful, and ghastly. The Seahawks wiped the floor with the Niners, destroyed them, smashed them utterly. Naturally this pleased us, because it is exceedingly good to live in a city filled with disappointed sports fans. Who really should take the team's horrible performance personally, as a reflection on them and their faltering limp and spongy manhoods.

Okay?

In a word: they sucked.
Suck suck suck suck sucked!

And I say that as a man wearing a football themed garment proudly promoting a team that has never once lost a game. Primarily because it's an institution which does not do sports but graduates Talmudic giants. So can we please stop talking about that stupid game and that rotten miserable team and instead talk about something meaningful like Bava Kamma, Bava Metziah, and Bava Batra?

Hmmm?

In other news, night time San Francisco is getting more surreal. While I was smoking my pipe and waiting for the bookseller to arrive, a woman asked me about my briar and offered to sell me cigarettes in Cantonese. Did I just encounter a freelance tobacconist from the mainland? I should have asked her what type of ciggies she had. I'm rather fond of Ng Yip San (五葉神) and Diamond Brand Lotus Cigarettes (鑽石品牌，荷花煙仔).

While waiting for our bus we saw a wheelchair cross the intersection blasting some serious funk music, and a woman carrying a huge stuffed sloth larger than the one currently on my bed. This is what San Francisco is all about. Soul and stuffed animals.

Also, I finally realized where that voice in my head came from every time I read another late night Trump tirade. It's Raoul Duke (Johnny Dep) stating that his name is on the list, he has his attorney with him, and they must have a suite! Terrible things were happening, buy us some golf shoes, it's impossible to walk in this muck otherwise we'll never get out alive!

Doctor Gonzo was merely drugged out of his gourd, not senile and gibbering.

But that way of talking is the perfect match for it.

Adderal and pineal gland extract.



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