After the West was Won Richard Brautigan Came and Went
There is nothing like sinking into a city with its books sinking into your lap. Richard Brautigan has added a special touch to my San Francisco and Bay Area experience.
I was leaning against a wall waiting for Lily on Mission and 17th, when I got to fantasizing about Richard Brautigan. In my vision he came up to me just as I was thinking, “If this city is good enough for Richard Brautigan than it’s good enough for me.”
“Hi there,” he said interrupting my train of thought. “Hi,” I replied, “You are Richard Brautigan.” “Yes.” “But you are dead.” “No I am not, but keep that. You want to go somewhere and watch people together?” “Yes, except maybe we can talk too, because I watch people all by myself.”
I conjured this scenario, leaning against the entrance of a pharmacy, waiting for Lily. Somehow my consciousness came back to me and I began to feel silly, but that passed fast. I was about to go back to la-la land when I spotted Lily walking towards me with her awesome boots and we went to eat at a Salvadorian place, which ended up being a whole different story.
