Yuka

On the rare occassions that I walk into Starbucks I feel that Joni Mitchell, singing on a raised stage in the corner, should stop playing mid chord and the hum of conversation should swiftly dwindle to a silence punctuated only by the sound of steam escaping in bursts from the coffee machine as all eyes turn to me, filled with hostility.

and this

… I sort myself out and take pictures like this…

So I flew into San Francisco today, also known as Sam’s Gay Disco, Apparently and the pictures I took from the taxi that was driving wayyyy too fast for comfort looked like this… Arty huh?