From my weblog on October 6th, 2004:
Dear San Francisco
Since returning from New Zealand, I have been thinking more and more how sorry I am that I was thinking of leaving you. It’s true that I am a San Franciscan at heart. I was describing to someone what it was I was looking for in a town and they said “Sounds to me like you’ve already found it”. And it’s true, I do love you so much. Just why oh why do you have to be so expensive and complicated? Can’t we make some compromises? Can’t you make my dreams come true a little faster? I really am working as hard as I can and I’m so tired. There is no end in site and sometimes I just don’t know if I’m gonna make it. But more than any other city you’ve proved to me that perseverance is an immeasurably important quality and that if I keep working at my dreams, they can be mine. Just wish you’d offer up a free personal assistant or something. Someone to wash my clothes and make sure I’m fed and clean up the piles of art crap accumulating in my house. What the hell am I supposed to do with all these paintings? I thought about moving to a new studio but I don’t want to leave Larry’s studio. Tell me San Francisco, where the hell do I put it?
One year ago today
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