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back to:
the 14th St. bus 5 days a week
my loyal netflix account
saturday morning bachata blast offs
the over-crowded, understocked Giant at 14th and Park
San Fran was dookie dope. I am officially in luuuuvvvvvv.
would definitely not mind living there. no amend that.
I WANT TO LIVE IN SAN FRANCISCO AT SOME POINT (but i will not root for the Giants or the Niners).
i ate.
i went to Haight/Ashbury. ate.
saw the Golden Gate Bridge. ate. drank mad coffee. ate too much tiramisu. bonded some with my coworkers.listened to hyphy(enjoyed E-40, mark that down). ate. walked in to VIP at a show, fell asleep in VIP. ate. walked past Larry Flynt's Hustler Club( i did not enter). ate. checked out the Transamerica Pyramid. ate. visited HUF. visited Chinatown. visited the Tenderloin. went to Berkley. ate. went to Oakland. ate. crossed the megalith that is the Bay Bridge twice (or even 4 times) ate. smoked shisha. ate. observed my homegirl embrace her lesbian side (or not). ate.
and generally observed the beauty of SF with slackjawed wonder. good times...goooooood times.
a highlight of the trip(one of them! not the only one by any means.):
TEMPURA BATTERED SALMON, and chips...in SeaTac. DYNO-MIIIIIIIIITE. fries go MEGA hard with tartar sauce.
(look at all them bold caps. i ain'play'n!!!!)
also...i've been officially been inducted in to The Wire fandom, and have a special place in my heart for the Barksdale Organizations' consummate goon, cap peeler extraordinaire, that lover of the "fishes"...Wee-Bey Brice. peep steez pleez.
i woulda wanted tater salad too Bey! fuckitden!
see, aside from the heartless bodybagging of numerous fictitious Baltimoreans, he's just a guy with a big soft spot for his fishes.
"they aint no problems, just beautiful as hell D."
the 14th St. bus 5 days a week
my loyal netflix account
saturday morning bachata blast offs
the over-crowded, understocked Giant at 14th and Park
San Fran was dookie dope. I am officially in luuuuvvvvvv.
would definitely not mind living there. no amend that.
I WANT TO LIVE IN SAN FRANCISCO AT SOME POINT (but i will not root for the Giants or the Niners).
i ate.
i went to Haight/Ashbury. ate.
saw the Golden Gate Bridge. ate. drank mad coffee. ate too much tiramisu. bonded some with my coworkers.listened to hyphy(enjoyed E-40, mark that down). ate. walked in to VIP at a show, fell asleep in VIP. ate. walked past Larry Flynt's Hustler Club( i did not enter). ate. checked out the Transamerica Pyramid. ate. visited HUF. visited Chinatown. visited the Tenderloin. went to Berkley. ate. went to Oakland. ate. crossed the megalith that is the Bay Bridge twice (or even 4 times) ate. smoked shisha. ate. observed my homegirl embrace her lesbian side (or not). ate.
and generally observed the beauty of SF with slackjawed wonder. good times...goooooood times.
a highlight of the trip(one of them! not the only one by any means.):
TEMPURA BATTERED SALMON, and chips...in SeaTac. DYNO-MIIIIIIIIITE. fries go MEGA hard with tartar sauce.
(look at all them bold caps. i ain'play'n!!!!)
also...i've been officially been inducted in to The Wire fandom, and have a special place in my heart for the Barksdale Organizations' consummate goon, cap peeler extraordinaire, that lover of the "fishes"...Wee-Bey Brice. peep steez pleez.
Click to viewi woulda wanted tater salad too Bey! fuckitden!
see, aside from the heartless bodybagging of numerous fictitious Baltimoreans, he's just a guy with a big soft spot for his fishes.
"they aint no problems, just beautiful as hell D."