NO GUNS, NO BLOOD

This trip out into the world I've decided to travel light. I left the 9mm. at home and have no plans to get any tattoos. I just want to let the days unfold and see what happens. Yesterday El Prof and I went golfing. Anyone who knows me will tell you a golf course is the last place I want to spend any time. But since my old friend had taken up the sport with quite a bit of zeal, I felt it was impolite not to tag along. He played nine, while I drove the cart.
We "played" Gleneagles in S.F. This is a sweet little course with loads of trees, switch backs, dips, gullys, sand traps and tiny greens. But what the fuck do I know about golf courses? I kept looking for deer. An Anchor Steam in one hand and a joint between my lips I did my best to stay on the cart path without tipping over. El Prof wacked away at the little ball and filled me in on Cuba. As we approached the 5th hole he told me of his last outing on this course. The 5th hole backs right up against the projects. It seems a favorite past time of the homies is to take pot shots at the golfers from an open window. "I was about to address the ball..." El Prof said " when I heard a PFFFFT! like a silencer. I was hit in the pants leg. Then three more shots bounced off the trees. I dove for cover." The guy he was playing with just stood there. "It's just an air rifle." he said, non-plussed and told El Prof that would cost him a stroke. I'm no expert, but I think most rule books will not penalize you under fire. In the end El Prof shot in the high 50's and bought the Bloody Marys back at the clubhouse.
Today I went to the museum (another thing I never do) and stared at the Clifford Stills and Rothkos. For some reason art seems relevent in SF. Unlike Sullivan County. It's bight and sunny, breezy and chilly at the same time. I bought a sweater at Goodwill for $2.40. I have no TV in my room so I'm reading A LITTLE HISTORY OF THE WORLD, that Horst and Marianna Louise gave me last summer. It's a good book. Everyone grows pot here now so there's no problem getting my eye medicine. It's very civilized. On Thurs. I'll show my Disposable TV pieces at The San Francisco Art Institute in El Prof's class and talk about WSSP and the Church, and maybe "golf" again. Maybe I can borrow a piece for self protection on the 5th hole. How much do you tip the caddy if he takes a bullet for you?