Fog

Every year, for the past three years, I've gone to the psychic fair to get my aura photographed. For years I've seen them in photography books and always wanted my own. This year was, um, different. If I hadn't been wearing a necklace I'm not sure I would have known it was me. There is a man who takes the Polaroid then he hands it off to one of his foxy female readers to tell you what it all means. When the reader picked up my photograph and looked at it she said, "Hmm. Looks like he photographed my shirt." Then she laughed. Then she asked me if I was worrying a lot and if I had any "beings" in my space. I have been worrying too much and I'm pretty sure there has been a ghost keeping me up at night.

Ambushed

Last weekend my friend invited me to Ladies Night at her yacht club in Sausalito. Turns out it was Ladies Who Like The Ladies Night.

Time Heals All...

Yesterday I talked to a friend who is having a hard time getting used to living in a third world country. Then I talked to another friend who is having a hard time getting used to her new BMW. Some things just take time.

Angel

One of my angels showed up in the form of a CHP officer the other day. I was driving home on the freeway and the traffic slowed then picked back up. I was in the fast lane and my old car has a hard time catching back up. I looked in my rear view mirror and there was a $60,000.00 red BMW on my tail. The guy was driving so close behind me I couldn't see his headlights. I looked down and I was going 70 mph. I figured that was fast enough plus my car doesn't like to go much faster than that and I was still going faster than the traffic in the other lanes. Then, from out of nowhere, there was a motorcycle cop driving between lanes next to the sports car. The officer leaned over and looked in the window of the BMW and motioned with his hand to "back off and slow down." Then he was gone again.

Resurrection

There is a little bit of Africa right outside my house. And, no, I don't mean the man who robbed me at gunpoint is back. Well, maybe. I was walking home Easter day and I witnessed a shootout. I froze and waited to see if it would get worse. Like waiting to see if an earthquake is going to stop or go on. I was on my way home from the annual Hunky Jesus contest in Dolores Park. There was a Jesus carrying a large wooded H. He got up on stage and threw candy to the crowd. He was Sweet Jesus H Christ! Then there was the black Jesus. He was MLKJ. The winner was not a Hunky Jesus but rather a Funky Jesus. He turned his big cross into a base guitar and rocked the crowd.