antique dealers dont thrive in the rain. they scatter and putter and frantically rewrap and box up shit. it is a good indicator to see the stuff they leave out in the rain, like paintings and furniture - my dick if they are actually worth anything.
then the mud got kicked up on my wettish run in the Presidio - i found some new trails in the last week, one behind the little cathedral up on the hill adjacent to the cemetery, and another by the nursery along Pacific St.
kate and i made a new recipe mother gave me that makes for real good eatin' - corn tortilla quesadillas filled with luscious ingredients to your liking. bake them for 20 minutes at 350 degrees and its a sure-to-please taste fantasm - after you cram the last monsterous bite into your throat dont be afraid if you see spooks staring at your bulbous belly when you black out on the couch: they are just digestive enzymes.
other tidbits: 30,000 men die of prostate cancer each year, fastrak is free and easy, meet the fockers is a load of flycrap, denzel does a fine job in the new hit movie "inside man" and indiana is now on board with daylight savings time - good riddance.
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