S.F. Giants Parade

     Well, the Bart station was jam-packed, and it was difficult to even get on the train.  I finally made it to Civic Center at 7th and Market, and that was just filled to the brim with Giants fans.  A man was with his bike going through a crowd, what was he thinking?  Probably not much.  There was a fat woman who said, "If one more person bumps into me...."  Well, hard to avoid bumping into her.
     I did not get to see much of the parade.  I know what a parade looks like, so I wasn't missing anything, and I know what The Giants look like having worked at the ball park for the last two years, and I know what the employees at AT & T park look like, since I see them all the time.  So for me, it was about walking the back streets and looking at all the people, and being there amongst all the excitement.  People wore there orange and black proudly.
     I started at 7th, and walked all the way to The Embarcadero.  Then I went to the YMCA and got a hot shower and a nice steam room session.  Following, I got my spiced pumpkin latte at my favorite 7-11 convenience store, and then I went to what I call my 'outdoor office' where they have good metal tables to sit at, and you can smoke there, no one cares.  There is a nice overhang from the building, so even when it rains, you can have a nice place to sit to read, write, and draw.
     My favorite lesbian couple in the city was there again at the outdoor office.  One woman is very manly with how she dresses, very butch, and her girlfriend is kind of the J-Lo type and wears big sun glasses.  They really love each other.  They love to hang out with each other, and I've seen them make-out.  I'd love to make a big painting of them.  I ought to ask them sometime.  At least a big drawing.
     Then kind of the post-climactic let-down and depression started coming in, but luckily my brother appeared on the myspace instant messenger so I don't have to feel so alone, thank god.  I just need to talk to someone who knows me once in a while.  It gets unbearably lonely at times.
     I had the fortune to walk by a young beautiful woman smoking a cigarette in a tight mini-skirt and snow boots, and she had those kind of short muscular thighs that really send you away.  She bent over and showed me where her cooch was, I could see the little pocket of love, and too bad she was wearing underwear.  But she was lovely, my kind of girl.

     Wow, and woot!  My brother just did an awesome upgrade on my website.  I am really happy about what he did.  :)
http://www.wix.com/mattanddavestudios/davidlovins

     Well, all I can say it has been a long road to put that all together.  Wow.  He did a marvelous job, and we are just getting started, too.

     So, beautiful, young women every where I go in this city, and I am just getting older.  Damn.  It figures.  But I love life more than ever, so maybe some good things will happen.

     Oh yeah, I need to find some work, or a job, damn.