Minori used to say I somehow resembled Joan Baez. I’ve only heard two or three of her songs, and I like one of them (which is originally a Bob Dylan song). It always reminds me of a curve on the road to Galena, IL. Yes, one specific curve. I miss my Forrest Gump Soundtrack CD. It’s not mine anymore, though. I gave it away. Okay, I didn’t give it away like I don’t know who has it. It wouldn’t fit in my suitcase, so I told Minori to keep it. That’s a good destination for a thing of mine; he’s a good guy.
… I wonder if I actually look like Joan Baez. Don’t answer. I’ll think of it myself. Or I’ll just forget about it as soon as I get back to my daily activities.
I want to go back to San Francisco.
I should sing again. I should get the guitar and wiggle these numb fingers.
I want to go back to San Francisco.
I want to go back to San Francisco.
I want to go back to San Francisco.
I need to go back to San Francisco.