Fall has come to San Francisco and with it, the rainy season to wash down the random shoes one finds on the streets here. What’s with that? If they’re too ratty for the Goodwill, just throw them away, don’t dump them on the sidewalk for some dog to pee on. The ones pictured here were spotted by the divine Diane and me about twenty feet from the door of the Out of the Closet junk store on Church. I’m sure the store would have gladly accepted them as a donation, god knows I’ve seen worse in there. Maybe the drag queen trying to get rid of them was ashamed of their poor quality workmanship, although I think they look pretty snappy. Maybe she was too loaded to walk in them any farther, Diane’s convinced of that. It’s possible, but none of the trannies I’ve known would ever surrender in such a feeble manner.