
I was walking down Pacific and I saw a janitorial vision in black jeans and a frothy bucket of soap. I was too chicken to go inside. This is now the American Apparel store. I think you have to be about 21 to want to shop there.

I find it nearly impossible to take a bad picture of San Francisco. This is of Haight Street, during one of those december storms.

I find this vaguely ironic.
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