rupaul + al pastor + raging escapes

and sleeper cars

The below sentences (from deep in my archives) have come to mind because right now, this very week, I am learning to drive. Taking real lessons. I’m talking a bit about about the experience over at IG.

square one.

The thing that was cool about last night was that Glenn picked me up from the train station in a black Chrysler convertible. I like men to drive me around, drive well. I always have. We drove through Berkeley. We used to eat Japanese there at Kirala¹. We used to be printing stuff out in that Copy Central. Across the bridge to San Francisco. Coming out of that short Treasure Island² tunnel, those bridge lights going way up into the sky. We went to Pancho Villa³ off Mission. Got tongue tacos, burritos al pastor. Bebida piña. 

I’m on the train now, though. Amtrak. Sun’s starting to set. Too yellow-white to look into, out here in Eastern Nevada. Dust-green, brown-tan. Co…