Two Drinks At A Night's Waltz
I was biking in the Inner Sunset on a Monday afternoon. I stopped to send out a group text to some friends about how their day was. One of them, Angela, texted me back, asking me to come to Cow Hollow for a drink.
After biking for an hour. I got ready and was dropped off at Nineteenth Avenue where I waited for the bus.
What followed was a night of making choices while somewhat drunk . . .