I don’t know whether we’re going to get this Alameda house we’re crushing on. But I do know this: yesterday at 4:30 in the afternoon, Michele and I watched a man pee into the gutter at Valencia and 21st Street, heedless of the several dozen pedestrians dodging his flow. In fact, we nearly received a little golden shower ourselves when he turned his entire body to check us out as we walked by.
It’s as if I’d asked the gods “Am I really ready to leave San Francisco and move to Alameda?” And they responded with a big “YES!” Written in urine.