Day nine: San Francisco: Kimo's

This picture pretty much sums up how our poor boys feel when they wake up in the early afternoon:


Miles introduces them to both Mission Street and pozole, the Mexican hangover soup. After food comes the art of relax, San Francisco-style, which means an afternoon in Dolores Park. Our group spends a few hours looking at clouds and at kids playing soccer, while Fox sends laser messages to the Pope and later runs into a few friends sprawled out on a blanket in the fading light of early evening.

One would think that it might be difficult to play a show after such a strenuous afternoon, but the demigods of rock and roll head to Kimo’s and, after exploring scenic Polk Street and conducting a bit of hobo business (drinking 40s) in the van, prove otherwise.

Stopping briefly at The Cinch after the show on the trail of Ethel Merman, His Mis head back to the Mission to end the night drinking and hanging out with friends on the stoop of 592. At some point in the wee hours of the morning, a brilliant plan is hatched with Andrew, resident of Hunter’s Point, to play a show on his roof in a couple of days, on what was slated to be a day off.

Sleep comes amid the glass and aluminum remains of hours of fun.

-Miles