Walking to and from School
Hi. Apparently, I live on a hill in San Francisco.
Is it any wonder I nearly pass out when I walk in the door?
I should just buy a fucking trebuchet.
Rapid Transit for San Francisco: Elevated structure (1952) (by Eric Fischer)
The future used to be way better.
I really need to eat out more.
Hoping they have a good tossed salad.
Sometimes, living in the western and descending colon of San Francisco isn’t really all that bad.
Apparently, we can see the ocean and the sun. Sometimes.
So, sure. Whatever.
You win this twilight, shockingly provincial Outer Sunset District.
Unfortunately, they also got his Pepsi AM and his T’Pau cassingle.
Don’t blame me; I voted for Dukakis.
YES! Finally. THANK You.
It’s refreshing to be targeted with a reductive, polemical ad from a politician who finally understands how sick I am of politics.
Only advice? That’s actually a
POWER button; when you hit “reset,” San Francisco will completely shut down.
So, yeah. Be sure to save everything first.
Just something to keep in mind as you…”reset” a city.
At the Hyatt Regency, it’s always 1977.