two birds.

andrew volk3
time is tricky. you have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. and then you can get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.

e.r. frank, life is funny

happy birthday, kimball.
happy birthday, uncle mike.

too much vacation.

Weird Fish. San Francisco, CA

How was my trip? I wish I could sit here and say “it was fantastic” or “it was sooo good” or even simply “it was nice.” But I can’t. The only response that feels right right now is that my trip was weird.
Really, really weird.
I think it’s only fitting then that one of the best meals I had while I was away just so happened to be at Weird Fish in The Mission where for just a little while it didn’t feel so weird to be me.  Obviously, I understand if you want to ask why (and I will definitely explain if you do), but the details are messy and uncomfortable and stale so for now this will just have to do.