Everywhere you look, every smile you see
San Francisco:
Multicultural, multipsychotic, land of invisibility. Dad and I stayed at the Ramada on the much more crack and poverty stricken stretch of Market St. Everytime we walked to and fro our beloved hotel, the transients on the street had a new slew of jabberwocky to yell at us... "Dancin' and singin' is how a black man makes his money!"..."I ain't no idiot people and I ain't gonna shut-up fuckin'!"... and then there was the day where practically EVERY hobo on the block asked for cigarettes. We decided to start taking the bus everywhere to avoid these motherfuckers, which was cool because then we got to see some 50 yr. olds divvying up their crack rocks!
We spent St. Patrick's Day in some hole in the Great Wall of China. As we walked through Chinatown, we got hassled by a 90 lb. Asian woman yelling shit about "Chee Dim Sum fo yuuu - no, no cheeper - ya, ya you come!" and so on.
Somehow, everyone knew we weren't from the area.
It rained for an entire day, so we saw "Constantine" and I thought it kicked ass, but its only downfall was that it made me have the hots for Keanu Reeves.
O-K, I'm going to saw off my feet.