Beware Of Mr. Right

Beware Of Mr. RightWOMENI have run away from home. I threw some clothes into a suitcase, grabbed the dogs, got in my truck and drove to San Francisco. Now I have checked into a hotel. I am really frightened. Whenever I go outside I keep falling, bumping my head on trees and poles. I keep going blank.The city is too much to cope with. Homeless people frighten me. Dead-eyed rich women madly shopping frighten me more. Victorian houses painted mauve with orange trim make me think I'm in Pennsylvania...