These stories come from or are going to San Francisco. They may move from time to time but they will always return. I find myself trying to escape The City's easygoing haze by leaving somewhere far off (like I have done so many times) just to find myself desperately yearning for these god damned beautiful hills again and again, returning with an even more exhilirating and deep bellied love for it. All the writers, artists, and musicians may not be from The City but they've in one way or another claimed as their muse for a least a part of their lives.
Everything written here may or may not be true.
The end.
