MESHUGGINA! GIDGET WAS ALMOST MY SHVIGER!

I arrived in San  Francisco in early 1991 and didn’t know a soul except Mark Renneker, aka Jesus of Taraval, and a nice but droning surfboard fetishist named George Orbelian, neither of whom were going to take me to the clubs, get me drunk, get me laid. Fortunately, a pal of a pal introduced me to a trio of…