Logan

Fast Forward

By Logan

The fog was rolling over Twin Peaks as it often did during the summer nights in San Francisco. It crept up over the city’s hills and through its valleys. Gabe loved the way the fog blanketed the city each night. It obscured views and provided a sense of nocturnal anonymity for the city’s residents. Gabe also loved the way the fog began its daily, ritualistic disappearing act in the mornings.

Gabe had seen his share of debauchery in San Francisco. He’d moved to the city right after college and had been there ever since. At 33, he felt like he had “been there, done that” one too many times. With each guy he slept with, the city seemed to grow smaller and close in on him.

Gabe had grown up and gone to college in Los Angeles, so San Francisco always seemed small in comparison to home. Initially the small-town feeling of a so-called big city was attractive. Occasionally he longed for a bigger, better, faster city lifestyle. And that’s not what San Francisco had to offer. The dot-com boom was what primarily lured Gabe with its promise of big money and get-rich-quick tech jobs. He managed to eke out a pretty good living for a couple of years. He saved a ton of money and spent much, much more. There was no end to the boys, booze, and parties during those years.

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