San Francisco Stories, The Book
Back in the dark ages of the web, before blogs, I started a site called SF Stories to chronicle my own tales of the city. San Francisco is made of stories, and I decided to tell mine there.
I wrote there for about six years, and, just recently compiled the best of the stories into dead tree form. The self-published book led one reviewer to call me “an amiable, chihuaha-loving Charles Bukowski, but one that’s not as angsty and knows how to use Photoshop,” which is just about the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me.
So, hey. Check it out.