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1998- i’m working at pier 23
living on natoma ave
south of market.

i see people shit on the curb
at noon
and get my hair cut
by the vietnamese guy
on the corner.

i ride a bike to work
and slalom home
after midnight-
crow bar in north beach:
fernet and a batch of drinks.

the middle room is dark
they’re asleep
jane’s addiction is so loud
they ask me to move out.
i may have broken the glass table.

twenty one years later
screaming mountain song
into a microphone…

cash in now honey
cash in now baby

you better cash in.