8.27.2025

Counterclockwise around Lake Merritt. First wildlife refuge in the U.S. The information plaque glides over the whole transition from indigenous communities to Spanish Empire to American Empire thing so you have to fill in some gaps in the timeline. Anyway those funny lookin' birds out there are allegedly safe. What's crackin in Oakland? A text from Your Friend. Not the pavement, for which I'm grateful. I mean there are cracks in the asphalt but there's this looming vision I have where the ground shudders and buildings collapse into a jagged chasm that opens without warning and splits the ground. I know that rarely happens but doesn't mean it won't. These dreams are more frequent the more coffee I drink and the less I write. So the remedies are obvious enough. But then there's a sense of crisis over everything like a red shadow isn't there. The most peaceful folks I know talk about Should We Get a Gun? Only if you learn how to use it. Me, I want to train how to stop the bleeding. Gonna set up a tourniquet stall on Jack London Square. Save lives and profit, that's my motto. Not that I've done much of either. All the more reason, I say. Who am I talking to?