I was attacked in San Francisco.
By Fireball, Corgi’s, and a drunk cholo on Chestnut.
Ok, well maybe not the first two, those were consensual. What was not was some drunk esé casually grabbing my boob while walking past me at 7PM on the way to dinner.
Sexually assaulted in San Fran.
1. Can you fucking not?
2. What just happened?
3. I would react, but then again, don’t feel like dying before going to Delarosa for dinner.
And…How our Arizona habits come out in full force since I am pretty sure I visited every bar, in every neighborhood.
Zero to 100.
Somehow Saturday turned into Fraturday at Fort Mason…
We also had a mascot named Max that my friend Kelsey was dog sitting for.