i’m tired. really really tired. but not too tired to tell you: on my way home from a poetry reading tonight i was moderately chased and almost jumped by a gang of prostitutes. i knew they were prostitutes because it was 10:30 pm on south van ness and one of them was wearing short shorts and a bikini top and it is cold outside. i knew they were chasing me, sort of, and considering jumping me, by the way one of them came up right behind me and the other two flanked me on the other side of the street. sort of like hyenas might do. luckily i am smart and so i walked really quickly out of their territory. the end.