drunk at Whumper's Old Man which used to be on grant street, north beach. head on the bar near an ashtray. bartender poking me to get up. called a cab. dont remember getting in. remember vomiting in the back seat. barely remember getting out of the cab. crawled to the front door. woke up on the bathroom floor. live-in g/f put me to bed with my clothes on. it was 6am. she sat at the window looking out at the cars driving down sacramento street. she smoked a joint. played guitar. a terrible folksong. something original that mostly wasnt. heard it all before. drunk. sick. hung over then sick some more. sang like a wounded animal. i slept on a small mattress in the other room close to the floor. could see the windows. could see the fog. heard the heater come on and off. felt safe. no worries. had cocaine.
