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Back in SF, and after taking BART from SFO, I was pickpocketed at Civic Center! Feeling over-confident here, but looking like a tourist, I’d flashed my wallet one too many times in trying to use and exchange my tickets, meanwhile loaded down with a full kit including a tent. I raced to Hells Cargo to stop my account and create a new one; meanwhile, another branch called to say I’d ‘forgotten’ my cards at the teller window… Nice! Some Samaritan had turned in my IDs and credit. Lucky, that! I next headed over to AC’s, grabbing a beer on the way in as I felt wound up and needed something to take the edge off. We started mixing CDs, playing some banging tech-house tracks and having a great time. Later I hopped the ferry from the Embarcadero to Larkspur, and my aunt JC picked me up there. I spent several good days at the Tree Fort, the beautiful home perched on the side of a cliff looking out over Marin to the Bay. We had fun discussing the family heraldry & history, and she naturally spoiled me, taking me out to lunches and dinners. It felt really good to be with her, as we get along very easily. My fairy godmother. She took me to FBs at her request, and got to meet him upon arrival. At the Compound FB showed me the ropes, set me up to record audio, and bought a mass of groceries, stocking the fridge. On the way we took Miko the Carolina Dog out for a walk in the redwoods of the East Bay. During this hike beneath the cool tree canopy, FB did some socialization work with the beautiful, feral puppy. The next day he and Miko were off to the airport, leaving me in command of the house, pets, studio and fridge. I didn’t leave the place until their return, instead utilizing the large plasma screen to telecommute and bump tech-house sets by day, watching dude flicks with surround-sound by night. I subsisted on coffee, blended frozen fruit smoothies, hearty slabs of meat and lasagna, and stout beer. What a great phase, with full reign and privacy in a posh place. I did go a bit stir crazy, however, as I contacted all my SF friends, inviting them to come by for a visit. The initial response was good, but one by one they backed out or went incommunicado at the last minute. Frustrating! I was beginning to get into a frenzy, waiting around. MO did make a brief stop-in on her way to Burning Man HQ; JG visited me on the weekend. We checked out the doc Sharkwater as I swilled Shhmay beers, which pack 9% potency. Next I whipped up a couple of fruit shakes which ended up as perfect sorbets, drawing a compliment from the dessert connoisseur. He then went into the studio and recorded a couple of old tour scripts; finally we threw on Harry Pothead. I continued to gorge on beer and food, even cracking open a bottle of wine. JG eventually got up to leave, noticing that I was nodding off. I showed him out, barely remembering the salutation - yet again hitting a little nightcap. Now fully overtaken by the potent spirits, I laid down on the bed, collapsing into a series of vivid dreams…