vanishing point
Wednesday, June 20th, 2007
We wait for the J-Church at Dolores Park. I gesture crossly.
R: See? That’s One Rincon, the high-rise I’m feeling really pissy about. It wrecks my view of the Bay Bridge.
J: Looks all right from here.
I go to where he’s standing; a light pole blocks out the entire skyscraper, leaving only the Bay Bridge.
R: You’re the BEST HUSBAND EVER! You give me PERSPECTIVE!
