anyone been to san francisco?

[Nochowderforyou]

Yeah, I'be been to Frisco before. You had better like walking up and down huge hills constantly man, because that's all I remeber...is hills.

[daima]

Yeah, I'be been to Frisco before. You had better like walking up and down huge hills constantly man, because that's all I remeber...is hills.

you bet. you can tell who lives here by the size of their calve muscles.
we San Franciscans have to have some of the tightest legs in the country.
I use to take my scooter to the top of the Taylor Street hill, and ride down it.
fuck. Totally insane. Now the big thing is roller-blades. People with strap camera's to their helmet and ride down the hills , filiming it, and then putting the film on channel 29 all access tv. Channel 29 is a station here in the city that any person can go on and be on tv. Lots of good talented people on it.
People make their own movies, have plays, bands, etc etc.

dai*ma:stoned: sfca

[Roadking]

The autumn carried along with it, like the roller coaster of a flesh-eating plant, port wine and the people who drank that dark sweet wine, people long since gone, except for me.
Always wary of the police, we drank in the safest place we could find, the park across from the church.
There were three poplar trees in the middle of the park and there was a statue of Benjamin Franklin in front of the trees. We sat there and drank port.
At home my wife was pregnant.
I would call on the telephone after I finished work and say, "I won't be home for a little while. I'm going to have a drink with some friends."
The three of us huddled in the park, talking. They were both broken-down artists from New Orleans where they had drawn pictures of tourists in Pirate's Alley.
Now in San Francisco, with the cold autumn wind upon them, they had decided that the future held only two directions: They were either going to open up a flea circus or commit themselves to an insane asylum.
So they talked about how to make little clothes for fleas by pasting pieces of colored paper on their backs.
They said the way that you trained fleas was to make them dependent upon you for their food. This was done by letting them feed off you at an appointed hour.
They talked about making little flea wheelbarrows and pool tables and bicycles.
They would charge fifty-cents admission for their flea circus. The business was certain to have a future to it. Perhaps they would even get on the Ed Sullivan show.
They of course did not have their fleas yet, but they could easily be obtained from a white cat.
Then they decided that the fleas that lived on Siamese cats would probably be more intelligent than the fleas that lived on just ordinary alley cats. It only made sense that drinking intelligent blood would make intelligent fleas.
And so it went on until it was exhausted and we went and bought another fifth of port wine and returned to the trees and Benjamin Franklin.
Now it was close to sunset and the earth was beginning to cool off in the correct manner of eternity and office girls were returning like penguins from Montgomery Street. They looked at us hurriedly and mentally registerd: winos.
Then the two artists talked about committing themselves to an insane asylum for the winter. They talked about how warm it would be in the insane asylum, with television, clean sheets on soft beds, hamburger gravy over mashed potatoes, a dance once a week with the lady kooks, clean clothes, a locked razor and lovely young student nurses.
Ah, yes, there was a future in the insane asylum. No winter spent there could be a total loss.

- Richard Brautigan

[Roadking]

where in hell did that little 'current mood' flag come from?

I'm not feeling aggressive...

[Fengzi]

I've been all around this country and ain't no place I'd rather be than here in the San Francisco area. Beatiful scenery, great people, and some of the best weed around. Pretty much anywhere around here you can go from the city to wilderness with less than a 20 minute drive. Do some shopping in Union Square, score some fine organic SF buds, then drive across the Golden Gate to the Marin Headlands where you can sit high on a mnt top and watch the fog roll over the Golden gate. Heaven on earth

[JerryGarcia]

you should get an 8th for about 50 for good shit. 20 dollars will get you 1 gram of good shit.

Um, if 1/8th is 50, shouldn't it be 10 bucks a gram? Because I got an 8th for 50 and the going rate here is 10 bucks a gram. And yeah I'm talking good shit for both of those.

[stinkyganja69]

i live in marin right by san fran and i love goin down there, haight ashbury is defiantly worth goin to.

[Inferius]

I love san fran. Went last summer.
When I save up enough, that's where i'm moving.
I've heard it's expensive.
But i'll survive...

[daima]

I love san fran. Went last summer.
When I save up enough, that's where i'm moving.
I've heard it's expensive.
But i'll survive...

i'll make you a sandwich just ring the doorbell.
dai*ma:stoned: sfca

[wordddddd]

hahaha ive heard so many stories about haight and ashbury. its like where the dead basically got started and there are the biggest acid heads just chilling there being their own crazy selves cause they tripped a few times too many. and yeah....yesterday i smoked some shit called cali mist. (im from nyc) daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn that was good stuff. i officially believe the hype about cali buds being better than anything hahaha


<3 SF