Annual celebration of my mom, who was far from perfect, but perfect for me. I hope she knows that I am okay, that the medical expenses were zero, and that I ended up with a guy who will spend the afternoon in San Francisco with me going to the art museum and drinking bourbon at the oyster bar. The bar tab is so ridiculous they pour us a free glass of prosecco when it’s dropped off and i’m drunk on the ferry back to Vallejo. You would have loved it. I miss you every day I breathe.















