All beauty must die...
—Kevin Killian
Notice how life is a bit
droll without Stephanie?
Thanks again, gov’t!
Had lunch with Kim at
Polk Street Station, then
we went to Elmer’s
to pick up a cellphone
that someone forgot (I
can’t remember which
of us forgot it, which
is probably a clue),
after which we hung
with Yong for a couple
of hours at the Cinch.
Otto is depressed. He
eats a strawberry while
I search for my lost
Blackberry. “This
place is a bomb-trap,”
I’m thinking, but what
could I possibly mean?
Perhaps “booby trap?
Either way, aloha from
the non-natives. We’re
