Shooting Churches, Eating Noodles (Year XX)

Was that Muir Woods being sucked into bottles of chili, toyo , and suka in the pantry? Or the stoned ghosts of Gen. Frederick Funsto...

Everyday at 8 am for the next three days, I rise from my cozy bed at the Quite Mission Room, checked my emails, browse through Facebook, up...

Delta Flight 150 to Atlanta was delayed by 3 hours. My Greenpeace friend with the infamous Nazca Lines stunt hanging on his head made it ...

Once upon a time, old man Pepito wrote the president of the United States. I never knew what was in that letter but it got a package fro...

Prologue Yesterday, Mama Butch took me to Hollywood where I shoot some stars. I've have that day lots of pavement stars, 3 Marilyn ...

Last year I was stripteased into the California Mission Trail. Never knew it existed. Until Oyet P and Jack walked me to the Mission S...

I never missed a plane until yesterday when my flight from San Francisco to Portland left while I was doing a week’s laundry and preparing ...

“Yes, I walked the red light district”. “Nude girls danced on my lap”. “I get to be intimate with some of them too”. That’s my storyl...