Postcard from the West

Choire Sicha doesn’t seem to be enjoying San Francisco:

For a moment I did think about moving home, sponging off the organic produce, getting a job in some fucking wireless-internet-enabled root-vegetable-roasting cafe, doling out the dolphin-safe coffee, and simply waiting out the rest of my life, probably not too long anyway until I get gunned down in a drive-by….


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