cold and alone, loving it

it's june. and there's a shocking chill to the morning, a fact i discover as i rush down the hill to catch a train to work. a fog has nestled into the valleys of the city, and the mist hanging in the air stings my face. now would be the perfect time for me to cite a mark twain quip (which he never said, by the way) about san francisco weather.

naturally, the train departs the station as i round the corner, so i decide to walk a few more blocks to a coffee shop. i pass a few moments with a cup of tea, and then i run to the muni train that just rolled past my present location. the hot tea slops out of the plastic lid, burning my numbed hands. in case you didn't know, these muni trains bound for the financial district are usually so improperly packed with people, there's no way an honest feller can drop a dime on the ride. i don't feel like much of a citizen when i do this, and would pay if i could. last car for BART too, because those cars are usually empty.

these days i work in oakland, just across the bay bridge from san francisco. to be precise, my work is situated exactly on the border of emeryville and oakland. we are in the business of making merchandise for the entertainment industry. that's a fancy way of saying we make tshirts for bands.

if i hit all the connecting trains just right, i'm over the bay in about 35 minutes, or just about enough time read 30 pages in one of the 5 books i am reading right now.