Author: theFerf

Thank you for being there. You make Carls Jr. accessible to many people.
Sincerely,

The Ferf

PS > If you are reading my letter above and you are not the B.B.G. mentioned in the title (and there is a pretty good chance that you aren’t) then let me explain. Carls Jr (Hardees to all you punks back in the midwest, or with really awful cities) next to the Powell Street cable car turn around here in San Francisco has a security guard. For one reason or another a bunch of transients, drug dealers and other crippled and or thug looking folks hang out near the entrance. I now feel comfortable entering, exiting and eating inside the restaurant. Prior to my last visit, the food was sloppy, gross and I think it made us all sick (chris rockwell and cc chapman… would you agree?). But this new location has kicked up to a whole new level providing hot, fresh and personally prepared sandwiches with the added protection of a man wearing a SECURITY tshirt with crossed arms who isnt afraid to stare a $2 hooker in her crazy eye (anyone can look in the regular eye).

Anyway, I just wanted to publically (all 4 of you loyal readers) thank the B.B.G from the Carls Jr and let him know that he is making a difference.

I was browsing some photos online today (thanks jim) and found this one from a few years ago. This is of my brother, nik, performing at Universal Studios, Orlando, FL. Now seriously, who has a little brother that is that cool? That’s right, just me.

This Photo taken by theFerf

Yesterday morning I road my motorcycle into the office and “thought” I had turned it off. Apparently the motorcycle has a parking setting that leaves the lights on even though you are allowed to pull the keys out and walk away. Considering it was a bright and sunny morning, I didnt notice until it was time for me to take off and head off to Sues’ place for supper that the lights will still on.

So here I am, South of Market, nothings really open, and I have a dead battery. Thankfully last year for Christmas Amys’ parents bought us a years worth of AAA. I had always thought we should pop one of the tires on our car sometime just so we could use it and the year membership would not go to waste. So, thankfully, my battery went dead and I didn’t have to pop any tires becuase I finally, after 8 months in a 12 month membership, needed to call AAA.

I was a bit frightened at first, because even though Amy had yelled at me constantly to carry the AAA card with me at all times, I never did, and I thought this would be the time it bit me in the ass. I had to call Amy and get the AAA number and our membership number even to start the process. Fortunately, Crystal (from AAA Customer Support) was very nice and said I only needed photo ID after I verfied my number. 25 minutes later the tow truck was there to jump me.

One last thing…I think I offended the tow truck driver. Immediately after he sparked my bike up and it was running, I looked at him and said, “I can’t belive you get paid for that.” I need to watch my mouth I suppose with people who may not know/get my sense of humor. It was meant to be a joke that… ahh, you get it..right?

Finally, after all this time, we got our first new set of chairs and table for our kitchen. Unfortunately, I dont live in Tennessee to enjoy it. So…if you are looking at this photo, there is a very good chance that you know as much about this table as I do….because this is the only time I have seen it too.

This Photo taken by theFerf

Working at PodShow is killing me. Im so poor I cant afford anything but cereal and I eat it out of a plastic cup. Ok, not really….I just do not have anything in San Francisco yet. No furniture (other than my trusty air mattress), no dishes or pots and pans, no cable, no internet….Im a sad story.

Amy, if you are reading this, I need help.

This Photo taken by theFerf