It’s a Thursday night, and Eduardo Wagar is hanging out in the corner of the backyard patio at the Eagle bar in the SOMA district of San Francisco, nursing a beer and a cigarette as he chats with a security guard. It’s early in the evening at the Eagle, so the patio is quiet and mainly empty as a few employees and local patrons mingle. Continue reading Putting Down the Razor
A gray fly with bulging eyes buzzes closer. It flits around before settling onto a metal grid for a brief moment. A sizzling sound grows, before crackling loudly, as the fly is brutally electrocuted before everyone’s eyes on the electric fly trap. The fly seizes, then drops out of frame.
In the room, there is a chorus of slightly horrified gasps, then silence.
The silence is soon burst by giggles in the dark as a boy onscreen professes his love for his best friend’s mother. He and his best friend wrestle angrily in the mud, just before the credits roll.
Lake Merced Boulevard is abuzz as cars, buses, and recreational vehicles rush by, honking and screeching. Down the side street of Winston Drive, there is a long line of vehicles parked inches from the passing traffic. One of them, a faded orange Bounder RV, stands tall enough that the blustery wind rattles tree branches against the roof. A sliver of sunlight streams behind the camper, the blue of Lake Merced peeking out just behind the rear corner. Continue reading Life on Four Wheels