16 – Spin Cycle

December 1992 – San Francisco

As I descend on the BART escalator, I hear noise. The lady who plays harmonica, (remember the pumpkin suit musician at Halloween?), was trying to spread some Christmas cheer. Only she was ih, "playing," Joy to the World — a version that made me hate it even more than usual. Slow-fast slow-fast, like a solar-powered car with a dying battery.

Laundromat Agitation – North Beach

How do I worry, let me count the ways. Women are playing pool in tight jeans after-hours at the Euro laundry café. Peggy Lee’s Fever plays overhead. I'm insecure and broke while they serve Becks on tap. Hmmm. Sainte Etienne’s eerie hollowness would not be out of order here. A sort of Ed Hopper diner meets Twin Peaks vibe.

Overwhelmed by the career search. I’m getting nowhere fast. Defeatist attitude: Diligence does not pay off. Madonna chimes in now with garbage dance grooves. You'll never reach the goals you pursue or desire. I'm not my best coach.

Damn I'm awful at pinball. When will these clothes ever dry?