san francisco, no underwear

maybe i should have planned better. perhaps if i even believed i could make it to san antonio before running out of gas and money, much less san Francisco. yet here i am six days later - gas and burritos financed by san william =].

what does it say about a person when strangers and perfect acquaintances treat them with more understanding and interest than friends and family. i think it says to hit the road, jack. so i did. yes, i'm being cynical, and i only have my own personal history and pride to blame for not asking help in my relocation. Still, the fact i made it safely gives me a resolve sleeping on the street cannot fade. if this were my only problem i might not even be authoring my thoughts at this moment from the back seat of my car. again - we make the reasons, they don’t just fall out of the sky. so it could be...i don't know - relevant to my future here in the east bay, that the job i came here for is in doubt.

if a place were only colored by its terrain and elevations i would have to say this is one gorgeous roller coaster. the people leave their own impressions as well, and they too have run from the heights of generosity offered by my co-workers and outright rudeness of people on the street and in the markets.

eh, let the seagulls laugh at me. paranoia may creep, but hope courses along the interstate and parks its barely legal ass in the heart of opportunity in spite of all that may not be right, today.