October has come and is almost gone. We still live in a state of Fakeness and Fake Friends, Fake Family and a Fake President. Welcome to Fake Earth. The real Earth passed away decades ago...

Due to conflicting appointments, I am unable to attend one Halloween party this afternoon, but participated in helping to set up for the party by wearing a short blonde wig and rocking out before a group of workers . . .  

You could say I revealed my unnatural roots, though, I can still hear Vicky Harper, my former Bank of America Executive Vice Preisent boss  saying after I fucked up her calendar, "Charles, you really are showing your natural roots today...It's a good thing you're cute. Those dimples. So adorable..."   And I would scream, "Vicky!" And we would laugh.

Yeah, I always managed to get away with murder with Vicky--so wonderful as long as you met her deadlines. Come in at any old time or when the spell should hit; all OK as long as you got your work done, finished, completed...You were Vicky Harper's boy! Vicky's right hand ...but then Vicky would sometimes disappeare to have her blonde streaked hair done because her hair grew on company time she reminded me and I said, OK...Oh, I so love you Vicky Harper! Never had a boss like her again and never will ever again. Vicky Harper is my favorite Woman in Existence.

47 degrees, foggy and overcast
​The Avenues
San Francisco, 10:46 am

People I've met in San Francisco have a great fear of Southern United States, even transplants, for what happened there 60 years ago before the Civil Rights Movement and Jim Crow was stronger and enforced more in the South than in Northern and Western States--not that it did not exist in those alien states either.

You could say the black man has always suffered the most and has been made to feel inferior than any other race under white-privilege American society. If I were a weak man I would be filled with hatred and rage and dismay over that but then I remember I cannot change the past.

Because of that past one cannot easily envision the South as changed--especially in its humid atmosphere.

Church Street Cafe used to be a rocking place filled with cool, hip artist types.  Groups played cards and games and did crosswords and puzzles surrounded by exposed brick walls on one side.  The strong black coffee flowed. the chattering and laughter of silly but pretty girls never languished.  The music was always good.  Sometimes a song played you had never heard before, and it was new and likable like the boy over there--kind of lanky and tall and skinny--sitting in the leather chair by the window you so wanted to kiss all consumingly. 

The artwork in the Cafe was always provocative by a local artist.  Exhibitions changed monthly.  The internet was fast and not dreadfully slow like the one we had at home on Dolores Street or the one we couldn’t afford on Dolores Street after richer days at Bank of America and Charles Schwab and Accenture daytime jobs ended.  

People ate pastries and croissants and salads and sipped coffee and tea and read books.  Serious geeks stared at laptops and dudes with long hair and peculiar mannerisms and gals that could be boys with skateboards smoked cigarettes outside on the street at small iron tables before a new state law went into effect and stopped that.  Now, no one smokes there anymore.

Last night cafe was a different world.  It was dark with dim lights and duller than Dullsville without life save the clerk who made me laugh when he told an unexpected joke.   The few people gathered worked on their laptops and never looked up or your way.  There were no good-looking people to watch and flirt with and snap pictures and the music playing was 1980s pop, “Angel” by Madonna.  

Oh, congratulations to The Piano Man-Billy Joel-who became father for a third time to another girl.  Joel and wife Alexis Roderick welcomed daughter Remy Anne on Sunday, 22, October, which makes Remy Anne a Scorpio-the cream of the crop-like us... 

These days I am taking the wall down more often.  Letting in new people but with caution and at a snail’s pace. ​

I am saddened today because my soul, my heartbeat, my life on the opposite side of earth is grieving over his cousin who passed away. I send much love and care and support to him and his family . . .


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