That and weed and being shit faced twenty-four hours a day. I love this place. Women look at me like a peice of meat. That's totally all right with me. I was sitting in a bar last night, and this woman was trying to make out with me. Ha! Yeah, that makes me pretty horny. Wow, I'm so happy. San Francisco makes me love life again. Oh, and the first two days I was here. It was raining and foggy and overcast. I felt loved by the universe. It's the ultimate in nostalgia for me. I remember being a little kid and coming to San Francisco and it would make me so horny. it was so exciting. I'm not prepared to spend very much more time in Los Angeles, land of the assholes. In LA, women look at me, and they go, "oooh, who's that?" (with a disgusted tone of voice), in SF they go, "oooh, who's that?" because they want to fuck me.