We were supposed to watch the sunset over juvenile hall

1337 grant ave, San Francisco CA

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hello again Pretty much everybody and everything melted away when I saw you walk through that North Beach bar Saturday night (10/9/21) You watched out for your friend, your sister, and for me while dancing and passing out water in red solo cups You were witty and offensively handsome Body like a climbing gym Vasculature that rivals my own We said we wouldn’t talk about Winter Garbage over tequila shots but would make future plans for the very short term I went to dry off and realized I lost my phone, a jacket, and a bracelet while dancing on account of carrying a giant bag intended for a tame bookclub pub night that took a turn into a packed out bar with an ok DJ, terrible live music, cunty bartenders, and a bunch of menboys in dinky little hats and polyester bellbottoms Worst of all I lost sight of you Will remember that kiss on the dance floor for a long time I’d return to that hellish far out hole every weekend if I thought for a minute I could catch you there again But as that’s not likely to happen, I made a stupid Hinge profile for you only Find me and have a drink with me in the fog I promise to keep you warm and never talk about Florida