Neighbors and Daniel Johnston. I'm neighbors with Daniel Johnston.

So like, I said before, I moved. I'm somewhere around lower Haight and Western Addition. It's sort of incredible to be out of the Tenderloin. I mean, I'll be walking, and I'll almost step into some dogshit. And I'll think, "Fuck, I almost walked into dogshit." In the Tenderloin, I was never quite sure, from where or who the shit came from. It was almost always, I assumed, personshit. Because for every dog that I saw walking around the Tenderloin, I'd see about 2.8 batshit crazy persons pooping on the sidewalk. But I think that the weirdest part is that it never seemed out of the ordinary, I never felt weird about some batshit crazy person doing their business on the sidewalk. "That's just city living."

How did I become so desensitized?


But now, living here in my new neighborhood, I realize that it is not ok for humans to be pooping on the sidewalk. And it's not ok for me to think that it's ok, that it's "just city living". It's really gross and it should be thought of as gross. Or at least off-putting. OK, it was always off-putting. But it was accepted for some strange reason.


I'm sorry if this is gross. I understand if you don't want to read anymore.


But the point that I was trying to get across is this:
I feel very lucky and fortunate to sometimes almost step in dogshit.


Another thing about living around here. I used to work in this neighborhood as a bartender. So I know quite a few people around. And every time I leave the house, I usually run into someone I know. Sometimes I don't like that at all. Sometimes I do, and I feel popular and that people generally like me and are happy to see me.I sometimes wonder if people are trying to get my attention, cause they think that I can hook them up with free beers. I can not. But don't tell anyone.


I'm going to see Daniel Johnston on Thursday. I was trying to think of the first time that I became aware of Daniel Johnston. It wasn't that movie, The Devil and Daniel Johnston, which I haven't seen. And yes, I already know what you're going to say. So feel free to copy & paste this in the comment box:


"Oh you got to see that movie. You would love it. I can't believe that you haven't seen it. It's so good. You're so incredibly good looking, Steve. Rent that movie. I can't believe such a wonderful and beautiful man like yourself hasn't seen that movie. Do yourself a favor and watch it. It'll blow your mind. You're so amazing, Steve. I love you and everything you do is art."


So, I'm trying to do my best to remember Daniel Johnston, and when I first heard him. Granted, it's fairly new to my life. While I was being so cool, I forgot to be so hip. I think it might have been from a mixtape that someone made me. But then I started thinking, "Who would have made me that mixtape?" And I couldn't think of a soul. Or maybe it was cause I saw this Daniel Johnston tribute record that had Tom Waits, Beck, TV On The Radio on it. And though, "Well, there must be something to this guy." Then I just downloaded a few of his records. I don't remember. It doesn't really matter, although a good story to tell about it is what I prefer. But I guess that I don't have one. I'll think about it and leave with a cliffhanger.