THE FECKLESS

The bald dog fellow expressed that he was quite tiring of the frequent excessive drinking and loudness in the backroom and presumed coke snorting in the toilet. He would say something to the leading pervert if it happened again. Which is good. Because as I see it my task is to ignore people speeding up their own flame-out, though I also find such behaviour just not done. Please, feel free to speak up.

Largely I assume that that sort of thing goes on all over Marin. I work there, and I have seen that Woody Allen film. Which in some ways was a documentary. The new York native was an innocent man then, and quite agog over what he saw while here. And cocaine has been the brainzapper of choice in Marin since the seventies to such an extent that it's a miracle they ever get anything done and don't sit around all day with their thumbs in a dark place.

Cigars, bourbon, and hot fresh coffee are all fine up to a point.
Nose candy, gummies, and tequila a bit much, however.
Damned decadent savages.
Heathens!


As someone whose great great grandparents were Calvinists, I feel it is my duty to sneeringly disapprove of all you depraved self-indulgent degenerates.
You're all frightful and karma gonna get you.

MOUNT TAMALPAIS

Many Marinites do not deserve to live in so nice a place, but we're okay with them staying there rather than here. San francisco has enough of its own problems. Tourist season is upon us, and many of our visitors are mannerless barbarians in their early twenties.

See the Golden Gate Bridge, take selfies, push onto the bus, ignore common sense and social niceties, and radiate blithering entitlement.


Act as if everyone has an onion tied to their belt.

Which has not been the style in years.



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