I just asked my downstairs neighbor if he knew what happened to my bike; he’s the only one with garage access besides the landlord and rents the garage (I have it on my lease to store my bike there). He gave me a really weird story about how once my bike smelled like gas so he opened a door to air it out. He looked really on the spot. So I asked him again if he knew what could have happened to it and he said he didn’t know. Hm.
Now I’m going to get out of the house and go try and use my SFIFF press pass to watch The Bridge, the film by Eric Steel about Golden Gate Bridge suicides. Did you know we have jumpers on an average of every two weeks? People kill themselves in style here. You never hear about it in the press; I’m hoping to learn more at the movie. I’m also hoping to finally see a good film at the ‘fest; so far they’ve all been awful crap.
