Caroliner Rainbow Cooking Stove Beast
My virgin tour of almighty San Francisco led me to, oddly enough, a brown burlap bag tucked away on the dirty bottom shelf of some run-of-the-mill shop in the Lower Haight. My resident friend—who I'd only before known through mail-order correspondence—motioned coolly toward the nondescript lump amid clouds of patchouli incense and uttered the absurd: …