Once again, I have cut my hair off. However, this time I have done it in a more stylish way. I decided that I wanted a pompadour, and this has turned out to be more flexible than last time when I just shaved all my hair off. And it looks much better.
One particularly balmy summer’s night of 2012, I couldn’t get to sleep until I had all the windows wide open to allow a minuscule bit of breeze in. Unfortunately, what was a sleep aid earlier in the night came to facilitate my abrupt awakening later on.
The sounds of a man’s voice shouting, a woman’s voice replying groggily, and a car engine idling rose directly into my ears via the open windows.
On our first anniversary day (1/26/2013), Doc and I meandered about the Financial District in the early-ish morning. As we passed more and more of the SOMA hotels, we saw more and more people emerging with anti-abortion signs.
“Welcome to San Francisco,” one of them sneered, “pro-choice city. The hypocrites!” It soon became obvious that a large group had flown into San Francisco to host an anti-abortion rally.