I went down to the Haight, Lower Haight only to be disappointed by an old 22″ cinema display that doesn’t stand up straight. I had a beer at a trendy coffee shop, how lame. I wondered out into the street and out of my latest element. Strange paintings on the side of buildings, smells that I knew but hadn’t experienced for quite some time.
I ventured into a smokey bar, well not really all that smoky this is still San Francisco after all, there are very few smokey bars left in my Euro jacket, Armani jeans and pricey sunglasses.
Art that I hope makes my parents uncomfortable, reminiscing about mis-pent youth, best fucking friends, which is a very different relationship in your 20′s then it is your 30′s, bar tenders yelling things I don’t understand, shaddy deals and girls of my darker fantasies.
