I’m taking a lazy afternoon away from Shannon and Cian, who are at the beach in Aptos. Atlas is a sublime place to laze.
As I’m tapping away on my laptop, the Mission Chick behind the bar yells out, “You know what, Stuart? I like you. You’re not like the other people here, in the trailer park.” Which is the beginning of a classic spoken-word piece by the Dead Milkmen. And which I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone else quote.
(What’s a Mission Chick? If you live in SF, you already know. If not, think polychrome hair, tattoos, and thrift-store clothes.)