Maybe I can get into the swing of this. I do like wandering around through a new area checking the crowd. No deadlines, no rules, just look at things and follow my nose. Or my dick. It doesn't really matter. I'm going to get tired of San Francisco after a while, at least training over on BART, but this is a good excuse to explore the immediate area, something, I hate to admit, I've never really done. Thirty years in the Bay Area, and I've been up north as far as Mendocino a few times during the first half dozen years and down to Big Sur a couple of times too. And that's it. Zip. Don't ask about Tahoe or Yosemite. I don't even know what they look like.

There is a subtle madness that creeps in as Spring approaches and the juices rise. God wants me to have a new car, I can tell. A new car to drive up to Mendocino. This will make my life complete. For two weekends. Then I'll have three years of payments to make. Two weekends for three years of my life. How about a bus ticket and a back pack? How about a bus ticket and a six pack? How about a six pack and skip the bus ticket because its windy outside? And the sun is too bright? I've had this conversation before, but never at a time when someone might give me a new car if I sign on the dotted line. Commit myself. Men don't like to commit themselves. I've read that.

I was thinking of a Jeep, a Cherokee, a 2 door. In case I needed to go off the road. To shoot a photograph.