San Francisco

Music: Rock & Roll Queen – The Subways

It’s great to be back in California. So far, this weekend in San Francisco has been a pretty productive one. Thanks goodness for the G Star store here; it’s was the one thing I was looking forward to. I only bought 1 pair of jeans while Jim got 3 which makes him a pretty happy camper knowing for a fact that stores actually do carry jeans with 36L and proving my point that premium denim’s worth selling your Microsoft stocks for.

A week ago, he was all excited about how GAP had jeans in gunmetal wash and how they were inexpensive and long enough. Yeah and they’re also dispensable and won’t give you the mileage you think you would get. I warned him, I told him online catalogue’s are not as they seem. Given how lighting and photoshop can make an ordinary pair of jeans look desirable. I’ve been down that road and I know. He obviously didn’t heed my tried and true advice and ordered 2 pairs. I’m like seriously? So the jeans arrived and everything was wrong with them; huge and baggy with enough room to squeeze 3 sweatshirt factory kids. He returned them; not before complaining about how un-wearable they were every single time he saw them in the back seat. Well, I’ve said my piece.

I found out today that the IPOD Touch is already being sold at the Apple stores. And of course, the 16GB ones are all sold out. I should have checked before I left Seattle; I could have had bought one before I left. Darn it. At least I got another pair of in-ear headphones.  

The one thing I forgot about was how many crazy people there were on the streets. We had lunch at Dotties this afternoon; this great little busy place famous for its breakfast and pastry. There was this black lady who probably hasn’t showered in 3 months trying to get into the café and then immediately got thrown out who then started on her own personal rampage to touch and bug every individual in line to spare her some change and let her dine with them. After reaching the end of the line, she continued to walk on about 100 metres away and then pulled down her torn sweatpants flashing her ass and her crack down the block. I thought about capturing it down somewhere but then I wanted to spare everyone the agony of that particular sight; besides where else am I going to put it up besides the internet? These people make me uncomfortable because there’s nothing you can do about them. And it’s the nothingness about the situation that makes me feel useless and helpless. That means having no choice but to deal with the problem but how can you deal with a problem if there is nothing you can fucking do about it?

I’m fine and all if they leave me alone but I have a problem when they start coming close and touching me. It makes me sad to see people begging and I don’t believe anyone needs to kneel to a complete stranger and beg for spare change. I’d like to think that the economy we have is big enough for all the stooping down to cease. There are fast food outlets and cleaning companies; places where one could make enough to be nourished. I thought about Singapore and how it would be good to be back. I miss how I don’t have to deal with worrying about mentally challenged people laying their hands on me. I miss not having to show an ID when I order a drink. You’re old enough to die for your country but you’re too young to buy a beer? Give me a break. 

It’s time for bed. Got to hit the gym tomorrow and then lunch at Emporio Armani.