"and the whiskey's flowin' like never before
as all over the country folks just shake their heads and pour."
man.
crazy night.
after dinner sam and i headed down to haight.
we walked around a little, then eventually ended up in the park.
we got what we needed then jumped on the bus to head back home.
for some reason, though, buena vista park was calling us.
so we got off and went up into the park.
before we went up though, this old burnt out hippie from venice beach started talking to us.
man, i hope i never forget him.
Rob.
he was wearing a knitted cape/overcoat type thing. and one of those bell shaped hobo hats with crazy curly black (but borderline salt and pepper) hair.
he carried a frying pan on a rope.
and put the pan out in a "i'm flipping pancakes sort of way" and was like "got spare-ajuana?"
and sort of laughed to himself
so we went up into this amazing area of the park where the roots of a tree formed these wonderful seats.
rob was absolutely hilarious.
we somehow got on the topic of shrooms, and he was like "man.. those are the best things on the planet--- well after water and bananas, of course"
and he just came out with this hilarious little comments.
oh yeah and at one point when we were sitting around talking he started coughing hardcore, and then all of a sudden there was like a puddle of puke on the path and we were like "what the hell!?" and then he looked up and started laughing... and picked it up--- it was one of those fake rubber puke things. it was so random.. and like... i dont even know.
right before we left he looked at me and was like "man, you've got a groove. and don't lose it. don't let anyone convince you otherwise."
he was great.
then we all made it down to the bus stop and he played his harmonica and just chilled with us. then, of course.. threw the fake puke down again, and laughed at us for semi-falling for it again.
we told him that he should do it to the bus driver when the bus came, and then he was like
"i dont know man, that might end up costing me my rubber puke pile. I'm not sure it would be worth it"
hah.
then he decided that he was going to walk to the beach, so he took off, and his harmonica slowly got more and more faint as he got farther and farther away. Sam and i just looked at eachother and shook our heads. definitely simultaneously thinking about how this sort of shit only happens in san francisco.
then when we got home, we made macaroni and cheese and pizza.
and it was amazing.
then i went to bed. and now i just woke up and cant fall back to sleep.
so.
thats about it.
peace out my loves.
man.
crazy night.
after dinner sam and i headed down to haight.
we walked around a little, then eventually ended up in the park.
we got what we needed then jumped on the bus to head back home.
for some reason, though, buena vista park was calling us.
so we got off and went up into the park.
before we went up though, this old burnt out hippie from venice beach started talking to us.
man, i hope i never forget him.
Rob.
he was wearing a knitted cape/overcoat type thing. and one of those bell shaped hobo hats with crazy curly black (but borderline salt and pepper) hair.
he carried a frying pan on a rope.
and put the pan out in a "i'm flipping pancakes sort of way" and was like "got spare-ajuana?"
and sort of laughed to himself
so we went up into this amazing area of the park where the roots of a tree formed these wonderful seats.
rob was absolutely hilarious.
we somehow got on the topic of shrooms, and he was like "man.. those are the best things on the planet--- well after water and bananas, of course"
and he just came out with this hilarious little comments.
oh yeah and at one point when we were sitting around talking he started coughing hardcore, and then all of a sudden there was like a puddle of puke on the path and we were like "what the hell!?" and then he looked up and started laughing... and picked it up--- it was one of those fake rubber puke things. it was so random.. and like... i dont even know.
right before we left he looked at me and was like "man, you've got a groove. and don't lose it. don't let anyone convince you otherwise."
he was great.
then we all made it down to the bus stop and he played his harmonica and just chilled with us. then, of course.. threw the fake puke down again, and laughed at us for semi-falling for it again.
we told him that he should do it to the bus driver when the bus came, and then he was like
"i dont know man, that might end up costing me my rubber puke pile. I'm not sure it would be worth it"
hah.
then he decided that he was going to walk to the beach, so he took off, and his harmonica slowly got more and more faint as he got farther and farther away. Sam and i just looked at eachother and shook our heads. definitely simultaneously thinking about how this sort of shit only happens in san francisco.
then when we got home, we made macaroni and cheese and pizza.
and it was amazing.
then i went to bed. and now i just woke up and cant fall back to sleep.
so.
thats about it.
peace out my loves.