They're putting the bridges around SF on terrorist alert.
I am not sure what amount of kitty love, from the cat on my lap, I'll be needing if shit hits the fan again. I cried when I saw the golden gate, and the skyline, when I drove into town, just because it all looked normal and intact, just like NY when I got there. Two words. GUN SHY.
Go to beach.
There was a man on the beach and while I talked to allison on the phone tossing sticks into the ocean for simon, the man was seriously yelling and chasing his dog, at the same moment alison, nonchalantly informs me that she just past a car on fire. What
what ?
Alison I have to go, (My throat is in my chest and I am heaving.)
exit the solitude of a foggy beach