I was told that today was the 100th anniversary of the 1906 earthquake in San Francisco. (It is actualy a month from today). So of course I wrote a song (Sung to Sargeant Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band):
It was 100 years ago today
. The 1906 earthqauke shook the bay.
They have been coming in and out of style
There is going to be a big one in a while
So may I introduce to you
The fault line we have feared for all these years
San Andreas Lonely Fault Line Band

It's wonderful to shake you
It really is a thrill
We'd like to take you home with us
We'd love to destroy your home(to be continued)

It is an easy subject to make fun of because in the back of our minds, we live in perpetual fear of The Next Big One. I am no mostly outsdie or in a van, so I am pretty safe. There is an ancient Japanese proverb that goes: Earthqauakes don't mill people, their poossesions do. In 1989 we had a teaser eqrthquake. It was on Loma Preieta, 60 miles away, not that big or last long, but it still killed many people and freeways & bridges collapsed. I don't like ebing in buildoings that can kill me during an earthquake. St Vincent's is old, but solid and made out of wood, which sways.
I go to the Book Beat to check email, only spam. There is a guy on the corner, getting people to sign his petition to raise the tax on cigarettes $3 a pack. My $1.50 pack of rolling tobacco will go to $5. I point out that this is only going to hurt poor people, rich people can afford it. I then ask him if he gets paid to collect signatures and he hits me in the shoulders. More a very hard shove. I should have called the police, I didn't have to.
WHile in the Coffee Roastery someone pointed out a page 2 article in the SF Chronicle, written by The NY Times, where the LA city of Calbasas outlawed smoking in public. I showed it to the guy collecting signatures saying all he was doing was trying to make it illegal to smoke. Another repressive law. The manager of the coffee shop came out and started giving me pooh pooh, saying he had his 1st admenment right to do what he was doing. I also have my 1st admendment right to disagree with him. I move on and play for a group of about 10, 5 adults and 5 children, singing penguin songs. Thwe next thing I know, this cop interupts my show and asks to spweak with me, This is about 12:30 PM. I don't want to speak with him but do so anyway. He promptly arrests me for Drunk In Public. I only had 1 beer al;l day. I was no way nearly drunk They decide to take me to the detox center "Helen Vine" Where they were going to hold me for 4 hours and let me go. The entire time is was very nice, cooperative. You have to be that way.
While filling paperwork at Helen Vine, the admissions guy says, sign, here, here and here. I want to read what I am signing, I could just be admitting myself for 90 days and not know it. The guy gets real pissed at me for reading says I am uncoopererative and decides I shouold go to jail instead and calls the Fairfax Police back to pick me up. They refuse to give you a breath, bllod or urine test, so I can prove later I was sober
Jail sucks. They put you on a concrete floor with no blanket after they have taken your coat. It is only four hours, bu a cold four hours. They brought into the cell next to mine, a very crazy guy, whose pants kept falling off him. He kept hitting his head on the window. They lock him in the rubber room. They don't feed me
7:00 PM they let me and I go to the Santa Venetia Marklet for some food. There in line next to me was Tom Graham, a guy I work for designing controllers for electric vechicles, ARRGH Manufacturing. He just got back from Antrartica and has a penguin bone for me, but nto with him. I still have to go to court April 3rd.
I hitchhike from jail to downtown San Rafael (5 minutes) and then to Fairfax (5 minutes) Both guys that gave me a ride recognise me from playing ukulele.
I am scared to be in Fairfax. The cops have tagged me, now they will hassle me for anything.
I end up at Fredalicio's Resteraunt and they (Paul) give me yummy pasta, soup, glass of wine, salad, etc... Paul is one of the nicest people I know, and Cindy & Giovaoni. Paul has been a savior.
I play more ukulele and get my backback, ukulele, etc.. back from Dave Ditier, who was a witness nad posseesion of my belongings.
Wen to my sleepyt spot and slept. (to be continued)

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