Thank You for Being My Friend

Today on the #22 bus line, all the way from Lombard St. to Potrero Hill, I was sitting behind a certain gentleman. It was 4:45 in the A.M. and we were the only two riders on this particular bus. The gentleman weighed approximately 400 pounds, and was wearing a skin tight pink belly shirt with purple beads glued to the back spelling out the word “Sorgum.” He topped his ensemble off with a saucy pair of camouflage pants. He had an old-school ghetto-blaster boombox on his lap. It was at full volume, playing the theme song to the Golden Girls in a never-ending loop. I guess he must have recorded it that way, and the same minute or so played again and again for the entire 45 minute bus ride. All day I’ve had it bouncing around the inside of my skull.

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
Your heart is true your a pal and a confidant.

And if you through a party
Invited everyone you ever knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.

Every time I think I have a handle on this city I get hit with something new.

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