The House That Gimp Built
A few blocks away from my apartment lies the old San Francisco Armory. Jesus Christ this place gives me the creeps. It houses Kink.com these days, which means there is freaky sex shit going on--day and night. You can almost hear the screams and the leather straps hitting butt cheeks outside. I hear one of the dominatrices is seriously not to be messed with (I guess none of them are.)
"Aaaaiiiieeeee! Eeeeeeee!"
I saw a couple run out of there, joyous, the guy hopping over parking meters. Why? Because they got the fuck out!
A sidenote: Two Finnish friends have entered, and won, the Porn Raffle at the Monthly Rumpus. One-year subscription to a Kink.com site of their choice. With sites like "Everything Butt", what's not to like?
Crash
A girl was sitting in the middle of the street, looking stunned as she touched her head to check for blood. Her scooter was to her side, jammed under the front end of an SUV. Cars slowed down to go around her. Plastic, glass and metal everywhere. Two people sat with her and waited for the paramedics. Her red aluminum water bottle had rolled to the curb. She was in shock, but seemed intact. Soon they took her to the ER, while the cops stayed for the tow truck. Nobody remembered to take her bottle.
Back
Got back from hot hot hot Coachella and a very nice L.A. It was good to get back to The Mission even though the weather was horrible and all I had to look forward to was laundry. But one acclimatizes quickly. Good to check out what's going on around the 'hood. And what was, was a meth head tearing down road construction on Valencia.
La Mission.
Rumble in the jungle.
"Evening, officer."