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by Joe B. Sunday,a blur as I woke up early walking to the office on Polk and Pine Street to bring my computer and monitor back home. 6 am in the morning trudging up Polks colorful street with more colorful people. A few night ladies out in hot shorts,bare legged looking to pick up customers. I’ve never paid because I never had the money to pay for their services. Up a flight of stairs, unlocked the door and I find my PC in the same place as before so out I go back home but thinking of those hard working women I decided to give ‘em my Poor Magazine card if they have issues to speak to about their lives,business,how,why, they chose it. No solicitation on my part it would be their byline about them and I or someone else wouldn’t change their words just make it clearer. On to St. Martin De Porres for a free nutritious meat or vegetarian meal. Slept a bit, called my boss making sure to get to the Digital Resistance/ Poor Press Book Release Party. New Writers like Mr. Brandon Jones ‘SPITTIN FLAMES., Mr. Oji Volume 1, Ms. Carmi L. Johnson’s Wasted Water’s [Her struggle to be heard on racist injustice in the workplace. Also Ms. Matrice Candler, Marvin Crutchfield,Dharma,Willie Warren,David Smith,Mari, Jewnbug, A. Faye Hicks, Leroy Moore,Charles Pitts, Byron Gafford and Joseph Bolden. Lots of people, many unique voices. My first error was going up to the office then leaving when I should’ve stayed for another person coming to the office. Going to the library I realized I would be able to meet a lady I had chatted to online. Writing that I’m the guy waring a rainbow hat but since I had to go back to the office make sure the person in question is able to get into the office before this however I was helping bring food to the San Francisco’s Main Library’s lower level conference room turn into a stage and podium for artists, spoken, wordsmiths. I don’t know if the lady I had invited arrived or may have cancelled at the last minute because of something beyond her control which happens all the time. I met a very lovely woman she’s a friend of Carmi from Oakland the lady I had invited is from Berkeley. Dumbest thing I did is leave my hat in case the lady came by that way my strange logic said he was here but had to leave, she may have been in the audience,saw me and decide not to meet me;I don’t know maybe next time we’ll meet in Berkeley where she knows where to go. The same night Leroy Moore,Mari,Tiny,David Smith,Charles Pitts,and Joseph Bolden(me) are in a Tiny’s van and soon where all on some kind of flight into the night. Email: askjoe@poormagazine.org |