This morning I awoke on a friend's couch about a block off of Upper Haight. My cranial fluid had been removed and replaced with kerosene sometime during the night. I was afraid to move. It was as if there was a bicycle pump attached to the pain center in my brain and there was a team of monkeys on the other end taking turns pumping my mind full of misery while screeching in delight.
I have no memory of this but at some time during the night I took a can of tuna out of my friend's kitchen closet and put it in my shoe, supposing that I might be hungry when I woke up and perhaps wanting to remind myself of it in advance.
