I was in San Francisco, visiting family. Me and the wife were walkin down the haight ashbury district. Lots of hippies and Lyle is right when he says they smell
lots of rainbow flags too. There was a restaurant called....ah shiot I forgot what its called but it had jamaican-cuban cuisine.....great food great beer awesome......
back to hippies, there was one guy walkin down the street, he was walking rather fast, I mean with his arms swingin and his legs extended as far as the could. He was about six foot three and was the spittin image of Lennox Lewis except he was wearing a dress and women's shoes. This poor little white guy was walkin toward him. He was what I call a Euro type. dressed all in black, with a pony tail, anyhoo Lennox was headin toward him, Euro man was walkin with a food tray, a salad I think an a sandwich and a drink too. Ms. Lennox barreled into him, knocked him on his arse and kept going without missing a beat. Euro man did not know what hit him. He just laid there on the floor with food and drink all over his nice black Euro shirt. Euro got off his Euro arse and looked around for pity. He certainly was not gonna get it from me, I was too busy trying to get a table at the Jamaican-Cuban place. Life continued on in spite of Euro Man losing his sandwich and Ms. Lennox heading off toward Golden Gate Park in search of God knows what....
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