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The poetry which was never very good, became analysis and philosophy, and I quit writing poetry and started doing written analysis and asking questions.
At some point during my poetry phase I met Sophia. Sonoma had a dog and I did also. It came about that I would do the dog walking and I would walk them around the top of Bernal hill, which was all open space above the road that circled it. Met Sophia walking the dogs one day. We had a long conversation sitting at the top of the hill, the whole of the city spread out below us to the north and east with Twin Peaks to the west. My thought was after we parted, that she is a really fantastic woman. Too bad she is so fat.
I didn't see her again for maybe two or three months, and when I did she had lost a great deal of weight. She was married but platonic. Sonoma and I were also platonic. Sophia and I began to date. She lived right close to the top of the hill and I used to walk by her house every morning with the dogs. We began a ten year affair, she staying with her husband and two kids, and I living with Sonoma and Phy.
About the only thing I got out of the poetry was ringing ears. Like Jack Kerouac and other writers who have used various drugs to write, I used music with head phones, very loud. Well in those days who ever heard of head phones causing ringing ears. The first week of the ringing was real bad, even hard to sleep since so noisy. It first happened on the job, at a house I was working at, down on Dolores Street.
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