we'll this should be interesting, the hotel is smaller than expected, quite comfortable with three, but today our numbers double, all space should be filled with sleeping bodies...
a day of travel yesterday, after the recommended 1 1/2 hours of bad sleep (after staying out too late) before a month long trip, hopper called and woke me, as i had unwittingly turned off my alarm and backup alarm, i scrambled around trying to pull it together, running late of coarse, gobbled down my last typhoid pill, and hit the road...
funny, after preparing every little detail for a month, making sure the trip is packed and everything is squared away, i blow it at the last minute, in the scramble out the door, i can't remeber if i turned the shower off and locked the door..
hm, anyhow we made our flight with the help of my folks, nothing to report there, smooth going
we took the bart into town, met foxy, ate great mexican in the mission,
at that point i slept an hour out of complete exhaustion and just relief that we have begun the trip.
we hit north beach last night, john williams led the group of 7 through chinatown and up kerouac alley where we hit the vesuvio as tourist and hit a smaller dive nearby as the barflies we truly are, went later yet to another dive and heard some local blues, an older crowd, (i looked across the aged faces of the old sixties hippie crowd as the woman singer begged us to think she sounded like janice, some of the old faces still had the edges of thier smiles, others looked sad as if they can't believe san fran and the world around changed on them)
hop, fox, and i took a cab back to the mission,
upon walking to one more spot the sidewalk rose up and threw foxy hard upon the ground with a crashing thud of flesh on concrete followed by the unwavering sound of a hopper laughing fit, that lasted some time, and it sounded good to me,
nice to be on the coast, nice to be here with firends like these
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