My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

Dave, my producer, drove us down to Hunter’s Point to the open galleries. I had been thinking recently about the lack of graveyards in San Francisco and if it had any relation to the lack of junk yards in The City as well. Turns out there are a few junk yards left. Back in N.H. friends would go to the junk yard once in a while just to look at what got left behind when the car was impounded. You would find cassettes in the glove box, porn mags under the seats, all kinds of detritus that painted an intimate portrait of the former owner. It was sad when the car was really smashed bad and it looked like no one could have possibly lived and you’d find a picture of a guy and girl in love.