Thursday, June 06, 2013

Muscle and Pain

6.1.2013

In 1996 I moved to San Francisco from Chicago.  I brought with me some cats, some comics, some CDs and various other things.  I had the bulk of the stuff shipped by a moving company and I guess I chose a lousy one because my stuff didn't show up for nearly two months after it was picked up.  But that's another story.

I had to get phone service.  I hooked up with the local phone company.  Same with gas, power, trash and the other utilities - I needed to hook up with the local utility companies.  No shit, huh?

What I didn't need to do was hook up with a local baseball team.  Or a local football team.  No thanks, I had those covered.  They came with me.  Over and over again I heard, "yr in SF now, ya gotta be a Niners fan.  Ya gotta like the Giants now."  Uh, what?  Why?  Who the fuck says I gotta like the local teams? 

If that sounds familiar to you, I'm not surprised.  I've heard the thing since moving down here to LA.  "Yr Dodger blue, now!"  Fuuuuuuck no I'm not.  Go ahead and flipflop to yr new town's teams if you want, but don't expect me to.  I can't figure out why anyone would, frankly.

I brought this up because I posted the picture below to my Facebook whatever.  One of my FB pals said, "Don't you live there now?"  Yes, and so what? 



Tonight - Iron & Gold


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!



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