But not on the computer until tomorrow. I’d like to formally thank my guardian spirits, at the very least for sending a drag queen to the airport to greet me to remind me about a) the important things in life, and b) why San Francisco is my spiritual and intellectual home. Okay, so the tall blonde/white boa combo wans’t there to greet *me* but you get my drift.
In the meantime, visit the pics of London street art I shot on my last night, in the district where Jack the Ripper hacked his way into our hearts and minds.
