I've been Major Tom this week, I took my protein pills and put my helmet on. Been very productive, not a shivering puddle of goo. Just out in space deciding what direction seemed the one I needed to take. Then I realized it was Hallowe'en coming up, and last year around this time I was posting on the way cool song "Frankenstein's Den" by The Hollywood Flames Here's a poem I wrote about twenty years ago. I had a photo of the place once, but it went into the erff. At 646 South State Street is the Pacific Garden Mission, where all of the drunks from this bar got to sleep for free if they listened to mass. I'm not going to stick up for this place in the least, because there have been numerous murders and muggings caused by the people who live here. Not homeless, not transients, killers. Well, I seem to have gone off on a bit of a rant there. Hnnh. I'll try and post again soon.
