you have to want it

Nothing says summer quite like summer love on the SF Muni. In matching red hoodies.

Love is a concept I've struggled with for quite some time. I believe I've been in love once in my life. When I was 17-years-old, I fell in love with a Japanese punk with blue hair. He played in this horrible hardcore band called Pac Man Softy (abbreviated P.M.S. of course). God. They were awful.