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Its a Sunday night. You are relatively bored. You flip back and forth between random web pages and facebook. People are online you could talk to, but decide not to talk to anyone. You make several phone calls, but no one answers their phone. One even answers accidentally with phone in pocket only to not answer upon a second call. Moving into introverted mode, you fill your ipod with some IDM. You walk out to your car and travel to the ocean. Here you sit in your car listening to the graceful music glide into your ear drums. In combination with the soft moon light filtered by a light fog your senses guide you into a state of ecstasy. The song ends, and you leave the car. You sit on a ledge and feel the wind rush against you. It chills as it passes through your thin clothing, but makes you feel alive. As the waves crash against the beach, you glance at the passing people. Mostly couples, even a man in a t-shirt courting a girl. Knowing he must be freezing, but not showing any sign of it. Only paying attention to the girl he is with. At this moment you wish there was a person you could call, romantic involvement or not, that you could simply say, "Come with me" and they would following unquestioningly. Your focus returns to the oceans. So serene and calm, as if through osmosis you feel the same. After fighting off the cold for fifteen minutes, you finally give into the cold and retreat to your car. Turning back on the soothing music you make your way back home. Upon arriving home, you do not yet wish to return. You trek out a few blocks to a local bar. A favorite, but seldom visited. As soon as you walk in you are greeted by the sound of Irish music. A small group of people are in the middle of the bar surrounding a large table filled with half finished beers playing their instruments. The bartender is hospitable and welcoming. You order a Guinness. As you wait for your refreshment you take in the atmosphere. The bar is mainly filled with an older crowd of 40+ yr olds. Everyone is happy and enjoying the company of their fellow man. Your beer arrives and upon the first sip it is better than you could have ever dreamed. Definitely one of the best Guinnesses you've ever had, but you would expect no less from this bar. It is the reason why you chose this location in the first place. The night goes on, as you drink your beer and enjoy the beautiful Irish music. A few band members leave, but others arrive as if on cue to replace those that are leaving. You finish your beer and leave the bar, thanking the bartender and bidding him farewell. Upon leaving the brisk air hits you again, but does not phase you. As you arrive home, you see a few people leaving to go out. You insert your key and open the door to your apartment, take off your shoes, and think about what has just happened tonight. I fucking love San Francisco.