code of the streets
30 10 2013
“It’s just that they don’t stop at stop signs or red lights or when I’m in the crosswalk with my kid and my dog,” he told me. “I hear ya’. Everybody hates cyclists,” I agreed. Neither of us said anything more while we waited with lunch in our hands for the light to change. “Let […]
absurdist, code of the streets, diary of the bastard messiah
19 04 2011
In the streets they prowl for parking
Obliviously zig-zagging like the shopping cart bums after cans
Singly determined, in their own way, to the leftovers of others
absurdist, big city, code of the streets, garbage, ride all night, small mind - big mouth
23 02 2011
I broke my foot and tore a nice bunch of ligaments all the way up my ankle playing pickup basketball at the Nate Thurmond courts between Ashbury and Clayton. I knew it was broke the second it happened. I rolled over from where I’d tumbled on the left block—my hands a little scuffed—looking at the […]
ain't afraid to hustle, ballin, california, code of the streets, drinking, san francisco
12 08 2010
Something always has to happen. In the story. It has to be real and convincing, like the sun rising or a gust of wind that picks up down the street and drags dead stiff leaves and animates plastic liquor store bags.
August Kleinzahler, bad english, code of the streets, diary of the bastard messiah, writing
10 05 2010
I’ve got a new piece I’m really proud of in the latest issue of Instant City. The issue comes out May 17th, and there’s a release party and reading happening that day. While I won’t be reading, Charles Gatewood, Amanda Davidson, Andrew Dugas, and Sherilyn Connelly will.
code of the streets, hardcore, instant city, publishing, san francisco
27 03 2010
This afternoon I snuck out of a real boring company lunch — the quality being somewhere between fast food and Chili’s — where the higher ups in the company went around to each table and butted into our conversations saying we should really go into the next room to view the “new company reel.” Fuck that. I took the elevator and went walking near the Bay.
code of the streets, fucking off, hardcore, tagging
15 06 2009
I smoked a cigarette down to my knuckles keeled against the dumpster; she never came out. Probably she still had tables.
code of the streets, fuck ups, illicit sex