Loved to Death is the new hip place to visit in San Francisco. Why just today I picked up a cute little coyote skull. The damn thing spent all afternoon on my typewriter before its frighting and macabre gaze forced me to move it on top of a stack of books. Currently, Loved to Death is all but a hairy mole in the corner of a shop called Neda’s on Haight Street. Neda’s, an ephemera and flower shop that I frequent often, looking for old hats and alligator feet, is one of my favorite places to stop by, if only to freak people out who have the nerve to visit me in the city. Painted ladies, sure….Golden Gate Bridge, why not…..but alligator feet, you bet your bottom dollar! Occupying only a tiny corner now, the tattooed shopkeeper promised that soon this tiny kingdom of skinned animalia will take up almost half of Neda’s storefront. Good god, now Coit Tower can really go fuck itself. And another thing, what would we do with ourselves if we let all those poor animals disintegrate alone in the desert. Loved to Death, 1681 Haight St., inside Neda’s.
