Aside from the vexing flight the entry into San Francisco was one of the most painless ones I've ever had coming from abroad. Customs inspectors are somewhat suspicious upon seeing (black?)American individuals as opposed to obnoxious American families returning from vacation. Because as every common Yank knows, there's really no cause to have a passport.
San Francisco's downtown is infected by some of the ugliest, scuzziest, sleaziest, nastiest, lost, criminal and drug addled and mentally fucked desperate souls in the nation. Scary placeSan Francisco is one of those cities which cures any man of his boredom. There's so much and so many diverse things to do from free to cheap to luxurious. And it is a pretty city. Except for downtown. San Francisco's downtown is dominated
Here are some interesting things I saw downtown:
what a positively cheeky sign for a positively positive sounding business: Good Hotel "Smile - it increases your face value"
"Big & beautiful amateur contest. The more you weigh the more we pay! www.msclive.com. $500 1st Place. $250 2d Place. $100 3d Place"
It's an art gallery! It's a concert hall! No, ye of little imagination: It's the San Francisco Federal Bldg! Bureaucracy never looked so...gleaming or hip. Speaking of hip....
And here's one helluva petition:
"Whereby on this day we able minded creators do hereby tell you, the Establishment: FUCK YOU IN THE MOUTH. WE'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR BULLSHIT. Signed, Beings of Beauty" Oh those beatniks!
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