For three years, from Larkin to the 'Loin to the limbo of Post & Lyon at Masonic. From the Academy to a film shoot. For every drunken, smoked-out evening in every bar and tavern from the Abbey to the Killowatt; the Pig 'n' Whistle to Cat's Alley. For the pain of long distance that ends in a less-than-glorious burnout and the city pushing me forward. For a cool moonlit night with friends and cans of beer on Ocean Beach. For the subpar service of MUNI 38, 42, 1, 2, 4. For the loving women who cared and every friend I made. For Street Light Records to that bookstore next to the Lumiere on Polk. For "Dream with the Fishes" at the Lumiere to "The Pillow Book" at the Balboa Theater. For every lonely cigarette with a bottle of wine on anonymous steps in North Beach - from here in the East, I left and I miss San Francisco.