I had my fifteen seconds of fame when a 5 year old holding onto his mothers hand saw me drawing up mud puddle water for a shot of brown dope back in the nineties. I have never
felt more visible than i did that day crouched down on Haight St. Since then, invisibility. Life is even. Its all been down a long drawn out perversely slow rolling hill from there. We all get it in the end - even.
