Just realized today this is my 8th year in San Francisco. When I first came here is was to do murals and paint the hell out of Metallica's studio. I was here for 6 moths and pretty much never left. Soon after I met a girl in a little boutique on Haight st. She told me she was from NY and tried to sell me pants. Her name was Oriana, we got married. It's been a good decade.