The Most Dangerous Game, at least

It seems fitting that for my first post ever, I should begin where it all began, at least for me.

That would be the San Francisco Children's Hospital. But, speeding up a considerable amount of time to years and memories remembered, we land in filipino-infested Daly City. I grew up at 359 Willits Street, so that would make my stripper-friendly name Bugsy Willits... am i right?

I think there was a point to all of this. There was! This is! It is this:
I dedicate this to the city/town/suburb/metropolis/Annapolis I call home. Normally, I bash Daly City for all its worth. I sniffle at the thought of 101,500 packed into all-the-same-looking houses, I quiver to the sound of Asian accents I could never achieve, I cringe, I whimper, I hop on muni every chance I get. But this is my hometown, and it always will be. Daly City is the blood relative I can never dissociate myself from, try as I might.

Yes, I continually pray that I'll be up and atom this time next year and before. (College, here I come??) But fond memories have indeed been made while living here, and they are the stuff of this blog, at least for now.