So I’ve given myself a few days to process what Thursday night was like for me. Nothing traumatic happened to me or the people I was with in a non-boarded up well lit office on 14th Street in downtown Oakland
I went out Friday night, even though a part of me said not to. I wasn’t sure if I needed to be out there. But Jeremy was determined. So out we went. We hit up Art Murmur. Wound around the galleries.
I don’t usually post twice in the same day, but these thoughts have been percolating since Sunday, and now I can’t seem to think about much else. The boys and I walked the perimeter of Lake Merritt on Sunday. We