I was having another simple, but delicious Lunch in the * All You Knead * café @ Haight/Ashbury, in San Francisco, sitting solo in one of the
spacious round booth's in fake leather, so much beloved by me. All this
big space around me just for myself. A beauty of a young lady with
bright red lips and dressed up all in black in a touch of art deco look,
a purple shine in her hair, feminine walking her line past me leaving
the café, she said “nice shirt, honey”. Thank you, Honey. Just when I needed it, I was sipping on my
root beer, me dressed in a red Hawaiian shirt.
27 December 2005
Nice Shirt, Honey!
I was having another simple, but delicious Lunch in the * All You Knead * café @ Haight/Ashbury, in San Francisco, sitting solo in one of the
spacious round booth's in fake leather, so much beloved by me. All this
big space around me just for myself. A beauty of a young lady with
bright red lips and dressed up all in black in a touch of art deco look,
a purple shine in her hair, feminine walking her line past me leaving
the café, she said “nice shirt, honey”. Thank you, Honey. Just when I needed it, I was sipping on my
root beer, me dressed in a red Hawaiian shirt.
