gangster of love

Like, um, couch surfing at 75.

That amazement, like standing on a corner in Mission Hills, San Diego, California at 4:30 on a Tuesday afternoon at age 75 in hopes of selling a guitar I ordered two years before from Germany to a guy I don’t know from Point Loma. Where I’m having coffee with an 85-year-old guru this afternoon – Point Loma.

Reporting the wildly unimaginable. Expressing the inexpressible.