I expect that most of the people who saw me, and especially the four teenaged skateboarders over by Penn Valley Park, were thinking, “what the hell is that crazy lady doing?”
I expect I elicit that question often.
I encountered an abandoned rug on my way home from Friz tonight and decided I’d just as soon haul it home, ’cause it looked like it might be kind of pretty.
It’s seven shades of fucking filthy and it smells like that godawful sprinkle-and-vacuum rug deodorizer, but I like the general look of it.
And for F.R.E.E, how picky can you get?
USA made, in the bargain!