Our SF studio was on the second floor. We leaned out the windows to smoke cigarettes. It was the “Eagle’s Nest” we called it for a minute, overlooking an alley with 24th st to the left and 25th to the right. Mission st was behind us, but you could watch it from the roof. Andrea was the youngest one at the time. We named her “Baby Eagle” which became “Beagle” within seconds. It didn’t stick as a nick name, but it marked an epic era for Hamburger Eyes. Sooner or later we got kicked out. She got this tattoo in Nyc approx 1 year after eviction.
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Happy New Year! This year I hope to blog more. I don’t have a real reason why. Well I have photos to share sure, but the writing I don’t know. I think the writing is good exercise for my brain maybe. So if you’re reading this, you are witnessing me practicing and experimenting with vocabulary, grammar, memory, etc. I don’t get to do these things in any other part of my life. There’s emails and texts, but those are just one or two words at a time. What if I wanna write something one day. Oh maybe that’s the answer, see the truth lurks as I write out loud. It is worth it..