Biking on the Mission Trail today. Resting under a sprawling oak tree, reading ultra-perverted smut from Nicholson Baker across from a fully functioning Franciscan church and the church bells ring to sound in the penultimate afternoon of 2011.
Biking on the Mission Trail today. Resting under a sprawling oak tree, reading ultra-perverted smut from Nicholson Baker across from a fully functioning Franciscan church and the church bells ring to sound in the penultimate afternoon of 2011.
