Sinister: Feminist Chicks Dig Me

[Wojcik, John]

I'd like to thank everyone for a good time in San Francisco. 
It was really nice to meet all those gentle people all in one 
place. The picnic ruled. I prolly shouldn't have worn my doc 
martens. Too hard to run to get a dog bitten frisbee.

Shout outs go out to -
Bill for letting me know and taking me to the second show.
I'd like to thank Kayla for the ticket, and the picnic.
The person who brought the sinister cake. Not for how it 
tasted, but for how fertile the subject was to exercise wit. 
Economist conversations over orange frappes and coffee.
Renee Foucalt

	It was the last time I felt normal since I was at the 
airport, September 11th. I checked in for my 8am flight  and 
the woman behind the counter was talking about a fire at the 
Pentagon. I got on the internet and my friends were talking 
about lower Manhattan being gone. The airport bar was the 
only place with a TV, so I did the only sensible thing, sat 
down and ordered a Guiness.
	I'm back now, in New York. The trip back brought me 
through Yosemite, Tonopah, NV and Salt Lake City and towns 
with a population of 164. Clear air and desert mountains that 
are actually farther away than they appear. I bought twine 
beaded jewelry from a punk chick who wants to be a deisel 
mechanic. I heard stories about the blood feud between the 
Cambells and the McDonalds from a real live Scotsman, kilt 
and all, with the similar problem of trying to find a decent 
drink in the middle of Mormon country. I ate meat served from 
swords. I found bleached bones in the desert. Talked about 
the Bouncing Souls crushing bottle caps with a blue haired 
boy. A snowboard chick remembered me from eating raw fish. 
The trip back was really amazing, but the reasons for the 
path chosen unfortunate.

John 
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