Oh yeah, remember San Francisco back in the ’60s, before it was all about homeless people shitting in public?
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DetoNate Says:
Oh, G_d no. There’s at least a dozen of these “Dirty-Dangerous side of 70’s Glam-Rocker” idiots in every major city. Fur coats skinny jeans and high boots are for women, not “metrosexuals with a side of scum”. They’ve all lucked into money they didn’t earn, smoke black cigarettes, consider cocaine to be a spiritual experience, and have herpes.
There is an unfinished manuscript and an never played Gretsch in our Harlem pad with Exile on Main Street on the turntable on constant replay. It drives me mad. I want to kick them out. But she comes into my room at night and puts cigarettes out on my chest and cries about dropping out of Smith. I think I am in love.
sitting in SF right now, this shit is pretty funny.
pro tip: you ever get sick of the Haight Street gutter kids just say “fuck safe, shoot clean” if you get tired of being hit up.
“I gently wrap the fur around those bare shoulders and we make love deep into the night. But come morning, I yank it from her like a repo-man because it’s my coat and I’m a dandy boy and it looks absolutely smashing with my high heeled leather boots!”
oh i don’t know…i do like costumes…but yes costume-wearers are usually prissy, privilege-besotted buffoons who, a la dorothy parker, “make me want to frow up.”
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Oh, G_d no. There’s at least a dozen of these “Dirty-Dangerous side of 70’s Glam-Rocker” idiots in every major city. Fur coats skinny jeans and high boots are for women, not “metrosexuals with a side of scum”. They’ve all lucked into money they didn’t earn, smoke black cigarettes, consider cocaine to be a spiritual experience, and have herpes.
09.21.10 at 11:56 am
i hate san fran
09.21.10 at 12:07 pm
These two are a couple of regular Peter Max drawlings
09.21.10 at 12:15 pm
It’s time for both of them to rethink their relationship when he looks better in her high heeled boots and a fur than she does.
09.21.10 at 12:31 pm
There is an unfinished manuscript and an never played Gretsch in our Harlem pad with Exile on Main Street on the turntable on constant replay. It drives me mad. I want to kick them out. But she comes into my room at night and puts cigarettes out on my chest and cries about dropping out of Smith. I think I am in love.
09.21.10 at 2:41 pm
sitting in SF right now, this shit is pretty funny.
pro tip: you ever get sick of the Haight Street gutter kids just say “fuck safe, shoot clean” if you get tired of being hit up.
09.21.10 at 3:19 pm
“I gently wrap the fur around those bare shoulders and we make love deep into the night. But come morning, I yank it from her like a repo-man because it’s my coat and I’m a dandy boy and it looks absolutely smashing with my high heeled leather boots!”
09.21.10 at 3:26 pm
so stylish
09.21.10 at 3:51 pm
oh i don’t know…i do like costumes…but yes costume-wearers are usually prissy, privilege-besotted buffoons who, a la dorothy parker, “make me want to frow up.”
09.21.10 at 4:31 pm
People forget how Euro the early SF look was in ‘66, more fop than street.
09.26.10 at 2:12 pm
if it were still alive, the coyote on his back would be grateful he’s carrying a paper bag.
09.27.10 at 1:42 am