October 14, 2005

It's a Family Thing

I'm sure that this summer when I said my final goodbyes to those nearest and dearest to me in Berkeley (i.e., the illustrious Berkeley bums), many of you shed a silent tear (or if you're fond of grandpa's cough syrup like I am, poured out a shot) to acknowledge the end of an era. With my departure from Berkeley, gone were the days of irrational ranting and inexplicable anger directed at the pestilence known as Berkeley's homeless community. And while my encounters in San Francisco may have brought some solace, I would imagine that the troubling little voice in the back of your mind (no, not your conscience, morons) must have kept on reiterating: It will never, ever be the same again! Well, friends, for all of you who lamented my departure, not for my presence or personality, but for my writing, there is a pinhole of light in the otherwise dark and encompassing abyss known as life.