555, what a little Pearl of wisdom, that's exactly what I thought about San Francisco. Spooky "possum", are you single?
I did the gay ghetto for a few days, got a bit bored with moustaches so went looking for some action on the high-way out of there. Seems everywhere you go is a ghetto, (love me love me hmm hmm hmm hm hmmm) there is the preppy ghetto bakery and cafe, there is the Nob Hill ghetto above, there is the suburban ghetto along the coast, there is the black ghetto, where else, but on the highway out of there, and very nice it is too. Had a few exciting days of drug induced nihilism, before driving in a bit of a hurry back to New York to catch a flight. Strange how distance can be so very relative, I can't remember the trip at all, even though I was driving non stop, all I remember was the car. A 1987 El Camino, and everyone chasing me across the Phoenix state line, I think it could have been the car they were after, as I hadn't even brushed my teeth or combed my hair for over a week.
Spikes is right, Sylvester is before our time, this version is far more versatile and good looking, not that I have anything against cross dressing, just I like a man in hipsters. I love New Zealand, I just never seem to be able to get there somehow, I think its one of those places where you have to know someone to get in, if you are in a hurry, like the Ivy, except once in it actually lives up to its reputation and you are not left facing the daunting task of actually eating British nosh, at least I like to think so. Oh well I'll just have to get onto the long waiting list. One day I will cradle a little plump hairy Kiwi in my hands, thats for sure. Aunty, do they chirp, you never said?