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Tonight i did something I have not done in a long long time. I wondered the streets of San Francisco thinking about my life and ablut what life should mean to be what we make it. I watch all the people running around for a nights rest, fix, party, or life. A lot can be told about the human creation while watching people run around at 9 p.m. on a Thursday night in San Francisco can show.

I leaned against the wall and light up a ciggarette and watch everyone around me. On 4th street hookers were making there way past market to the proper area to turn a trick. As I made my way to south of market i saw more people in their own groove of life, a group of young black kids were on an actual street corner singing doo-whop like it was 1962 all over again. As i passed them i saw one house of adult entertainment and strippers trying to have smoke breaks but also tel men to come in and have a so called "nice time". This was easy to avoid due to a group of American sailors on leave crowded in like a horny heard of bosin. Fishing through my pockets and wondering what the hell i did with my lighter a storm was heading my way, a group of Mexican gay's.

Normally any stright man would run in terror, this is not the smart thing to do. Mexican Gays react to body movement, this sends the signal you will get punkd on. For those of you that do not know the art of punking someone than i will tell you. Punking someone is angerying the victum to the point of crying or phyiscal voilenace. Mexican Gays as well as most other gay people know to leave people like me alone, when I walk around I am told that i have a mean look on my face. The kind of face that will loose is temper on a large scale.