"the coldest winter i ever had was a summer in San Francisco", is what the informed newly relocated San Franciscan has smashed in their ear from the minute they move here. Ye old adage need not apply 2 weekends ago when i received an informal invite to hang in mason park with the crew on a beautifully sunny summer day. It was nice to relive the old days of doing nothing but bullshitting and drinking pbrs with your friends.
In a genuine attempt at avoiding self righteous proclamations, or pseudo-esoteric babbling.. ill just simply say that there is a certain kind of clarity from spending time with people that you care about and know care about you.. Just a bunch of folks sitting around listening to real views and honest opinions.
Ive lately been thinking of the reasons why i feel exhausted by eccentricities of 'creative' people. Sitting in the park that day just made me realize how lucky i am to have the opportunity to know and be surrounded by the people that inspire me through their honesty.