Public Storage

My first night in San Francisco I ate, drank, and passed out before I could let anything sink in, like I'm not on vacation, I'm making a home here.

When I woke the next day I had to return my rental car. I had grown an affection for it and was trying to find ways to buy it. I had walked down the street past an adult club that boasted "Amateur night $500 cash prize." I told the focus I'd find a way even if this had to be the way to be with it. I mean I had left my inhibitions and morals in Chicago anyhow as there was no room for them in my "mid-size" car.

Sadly, amateur night was on Monday and I only had till Saturday evening to make a decision about the car so to public storage I went to unload my things so I could return it.




Lidia (my hostess, my family while I'm here) accompanied me to help - as if she needed to help more than she all ready has. Crazy girl.

After many computer complications and some odd conversations with the PS manager we were given keys and a lock and my closet sized storage locker locale. I opened the door and was a little saddened to think I had reduced my life to a closet and a little liberated. I liked that Public Storage provided me a house warming gift so I wouldn't feel too bad about the whole thing; a packet of rodent repellent. The true comforts of home - seriously it reminded me of all my past Chicago apartment and I wanted to cry.

Packing all my stuff into my storage locker I thought it ridiculous some of the things that I had to have. For instance, I think it's a nice touch that I had to have my bowling pin (seen in picture lower left) from Southport Lanes. A great guy Ed helped me one drunken and very snowy night acquire this treasure. I had always planned on leaving it in on their doorstep with a note "Sorry I hope you didn't miss me, but I'm back!" but thought that was just dumb, not as dumb as borrowing a bowling pin dumb, but dumb.