I rattled off poems in Cafe Bazzare feeling wacked out on one too many beers I was somewhere on California Street San Francisco in a bar before the read. Boys were playing pool and baseball was being played out on the big screen, the 49’s against someone or other. A woman of my vintage was drinking at the bar so I saddled up next to her . It was like in the movie factotum with Matt Dillon ( alias Hank Bukowski) and his girl. I recited some poetry , she told me, ‘ man, that’s too violent man, too violent. I said, well I thought it was sorta nice. At Cafe Bazzare I recited my stuff , a girl ( she had her man) said , ‘ you should be famous. You remind me of Billy Collins. Drunk in a big foreign city I got a bus back to market street and headed for the Green Tortoise. Machete man with his cracked coconut was snoring in his bed. Quirky, I like quirky.