some address Sutter Street, San Francisco, California, some zip code.

Where am I?? This is what I know. My flat is peach on the outside, but non-descript, as in you might walk by and not notice it. but it's clean, and well decorated. it's true that gay men like to decorate. and that they like Ikea. I have a hamster that is too fat to fit in his rolly-ball, but doesn't have a name either as it's owner believes in the freedom of possibility. I call him chubs. The walls of my new place are adorned with a Henry Matisse blue nude, Bob Marley, posters from various music festivals, and the "wall of camp" in homage to Audrey and Madonna. My room is green but simultaneously a shade too dark and too light, resulting kind of a weird, olive-y glow. Busses run by on electric lines all night, and sometimes don't have enough charge to make it up the hill, so they clang around for a while, burning rubber. I live by a fire station which, unlike the little station we lived by in the Igloo, has trucks with places to be- this usually includes squeeling past my window, sirens blaring. There is a Trader Joe's right up the street where a cute checker asked me how my day was going, and didn't realize he was opening the floodgates to a 20min therepy session. They have my favorite wine at skylark's there, but it tastes better in the company of my favorite girls. I have to move my car every week or the street sweeper will "get it." I don't know if this means that it hauls your car away in it's bristles, that your car get's a little extra spit-shine on the driver's side, or a third option that I haven't conjured up yet. I'm under ordinance of the Governator. I don't know where the freeway is in relation to my house. There are no babies in this entire town. There is a plastic penis with a smily-face in my shower. All of the above can be catagorized as neither bad nor good, but simply characteristic of my new home, a place very distant (both geographically and experience wise) from Bellingham, and I realize now that adjusting will take awhile.