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Tonight I'm watching the classic Tarkovsky film, Andrei Rublev. I hope I don't fall asleep. It's been an odd day. Spent most of it in bed reading about how I might change my job without too much pain. Walked to the pet store for kitty litter and food and ran into a former neighbor with whom I had never spoken. I lost my house I was renting back in August of 2003. The greedy landlord wanted to take advantage of San Francisco housing and the people who are moving here and buying houses at ridiculous prices.
After living in Berkeley for 6 months after the eviction in a crack neighbor near the Berkeley marina, I moved back to the old neighborhood which is called Bernal Heights. Back to the meeting with the old neighbor. He was extremely drunk (most people could tell by his body language and manner of speech.) He got up the courage to say hello to me. I said hello back and then he asked me if I wanted a drink. I said I don't drink. He said he'd buy me a coke or something. Somehow fascinated by this person whom I'd seen so many times in the ten years I'd lived on the street now accosting me, I decided to go have a cranberry juice with him at the nearby bar.
It's kind of difficult to have a conversation with someone who's drunk to begin with. This was not going well. The person at the pet store had told me that he was worried about this guy's dog, so when he invited me to see how well his dog was doing, I decided to go into the house I'd seen so often and never had been in. The dog was very cute: small white terrier with long kind of dreadlock hair. The guy showed me his many guitars, none of which was in tune or playable!
I decided to say hi to his grandmother who owns the house and made my get-away. Perhaps I will try to bring back Prohibition. Drinking is so harmful to everyone. It really disgusts me. People who drink don't disgust me, however. I feel bad for them because there is a lurking depression under the veneer of being drunk.