dead person pint guinness

Someone got feared this afternoon by a clumsy Caltrain. Well, they got deaded, but before that I expect they got (iPhone autocorrect) feared. Probably clumsy person rather than clumsy train.

So I find myself in San Mateo waiting to be rescued and, curiously ambling along South B Street I encounter an Irish pub which draws me in with its Guinnessly wiles. I succumb and am rewarded with the shadow of the word Guinness cast obliquely onto its head through the glass and with a trickle of memories, or rather feelings… The gloom, the chatting people and the music.

I’m sorry someone died…