
Last night at the corner of 22nd and Guerrero (and I guess this’ll teach me to hang out at the corner of 22nd and Guerrero) I stopped to take a picture of the moon and the clouds because as we learned earlier they looked totally gnar-gnar last night, when some motorist waiting at the light mistook me for a peeping Tom because I had my phone pointed vaguely toward some residential buildings:
“I SEE YOU! I SEE YOU YOU FUCKING PEEPING TOM! YOU FUCKING PERVERT! LOOK! HE’S PEEPING! HE’S PEEPING! FUCKING PERV! FUCKING PERVERT!”
So after that, I tried to peep on somebody, but all the windows in the vicinity were draped up tight. Tears.







