Condensed Milk of the Last Six Months…without that sticky feeling!

"You're still here!" an excited young hipster told me one day while I was riding the L-train to work. He looked vaguely familiar but so does every skinny, dark haired guy in his mid-20's with a beard and a flannel - this is hipster haven after all. My mornings consist of listening to Rob, Arnie and Dawn and sipping my coffee or lemon water trying not to get coughed on by the sickly elderly Chinese people who always make it a point to sit thisclose to me on the train - not conversing with excited hipsters.

Scene on any BART or MUNI train on any given day….

I asked if I knew him and he excitedly said, "I saw you everyday on the N-Judah when I was going to  college six years ago - you look exactly the same and I love those glasses, did you get them at Urban Outfitters?" First things first - fucking hipsters! I mean really, the thought of my glasses being real never once crossed his mind? Second, have I really not changed in six years? Longer? How old was this "kid"? Once I told him he could get them at Target and he scoffed saying that place was "too corporate" (obviously he hasn't read up on his beloved Urban Outfitters lately - doesn't get much more corporate than shareholders ), I thought about the past few years. I've done a lot dammit! Here's a list of the crap I was able to do in just the last six months:

• I bought a brand new car! His name is Klaus Von Kobiyashi and he's a German letter daddy in a Japanese body. He likes when men drive him and playing techno music. Also gets pissed when I listen to sports-talk radio. Yay good credit!

Wholly shit! I didn't have to steal it or anything!

• I got a new job! Granted, it's in the same industry that I'm pretty over but it's more money and I get to work with people my own age again. Bonus - learning that I cannot tolerate alcohol like I used to and that not many people like their jobs. There's a camaraderie in that.                                           .
• The Crow moved in with Tom and I. We're having fun but our "bungalow at the beach" is a little cramped. Still debating on the next move for everyone. With how fucked up San Francisco real estate is, we could be living in someones walk-in closet in six months. Still, it's nice having our little family - unfortunately, I still do most of the cleaning.                                                                 .
•  I've found a renewed sense of exploration. I haven't gotten out much in the past year but it's time to explore more, have more adventures and bitch about hipsters…again. Also planning an international trip that I'll tell you guys more about later.

So that's where I am - new adventures, same gang, new car. Now if I can just find out who has been peeing on my back tire at night...