Spring Break: San Francisco...too cold for wet tee shirts, warm enough to almost not have to wear a jacket

oh but many a- san francisco treat did i find!

sf is where recent graduates of hyper-liberal east coast universities come to die...

only to be reborn as mid-to-late 20's too-laid back-to-be-labeled-hipsters (hipsters!) musicians and artists!

quake of 1906, it was a good quake


the obsessively svelt new york frame is no where to be found

and happy burrito bellies are king
(here is a picture showing a popular san francisco burrito)

at a flea market, perusing the semi-charming goods (third eye blind reference, theyre based here, yall!!)
happened upon a case with wonderous trinkets and baubles
when the case snapped closed and the rusty WWII knife (WHO'S IDEA WHAT THIS?!)holding it open
shot out and sliced open my finger (tetanus)
spawning the soon-to-be urban dictionary phrase
"stealin' the knife that cut ya"



it soon became apparent that age and time do not exist in california


more delights for the senses:
the aptly named "john bum jovi" (his label, not mine)
hipster knoll (a crowded hillside littered with upwards of 300 goofballs, most on fixed gears, which is stupid in a city with 90-degree hills)
the dave eggers-less, dave eggers run pirate store
but why oh why didnt i get to see/feel dave eggers?!
burritos, burritos, burritos
everyone's general stoned apathy (more vaguely content and well humored)
absinthe drink - the "mood swing" (had a few of those)
possible bum piss on everything
travelling to mexico, china and japan in only a few square miles (and boy were my arms tired!)

but the kicker was leaving my I.D. AND cell phone at my brother's apt
yet STILL allowed to get on the plane
dear America: your airport security is sleeping on the jobbb
good thing i wasn't the next shoe bomber! (can you fit a bomb into flip flops?)