Day 1:
The drive was a long and hard one, my ass became sore from being stationary for so long and the lack of sleep pushed it's way through but we all managed to stay awake. Bj and Michael took the shifts for our arrival. After soaring through the deserted hills of who knows what city, when civilization was encountered, we were treated with the least hospitality from a cop giving us some of the dirtiest looks while possessing the most asshole of moves, thankfully, there were other notable sights that kept everyone but Mike from lingering on those glares. As we got closer to the City a heavy fog covered everything, it was thick, dark, amazing.
When we arrived at the hotel room, it was even more shady then I had thought. The stair corridor was a great opportunity to get raped, the surrounding area was home for the nocturnal low lives that flow through the streets, and the room itself had it's share of unpleasant sights. The lady at the front lacked English skills and the night attendant did as well but made up for it with hospitality. The shower had difficult temperature controls, it took some burns and shriveled balls to come to the perfect temperature. The shower walls was a horrible attempt at a nice white marble, it had our eyes perceive the "marble" as stains. The sink was cracked, the toilet was low, but considering how cheap the hotel was and our location, it was a good deal.
The room wasn't ready as soon as we got there so we decided to begin slight exploration and getting something to eat. The city welcomed us with a cool breeze, a sun, and clear, blue skies creating a sense of Southern Californian winters. We made our way to a local mom and pop pizza shop which proved to be great indeed. While eating we made many observations, there is a skinhead population, I saw four in 30 minutes, the lifestyle seems more independent during the day, smiles are rarely spared, hipsters on fixed gear bikes are annoying and make the drive much harder, and the word hella hasn't been said.
After the meal, we made our way back to the room for some relaxation, laid in our respected areas, and turned on the tube. Bob Ross was a room favorite, he manages to create the most soothing scenes with ease and everything appears to be flawless, armed with a very creepy voice, makes Bob Ross a must watch. Later, we met up with an ex co worker of mike and mine and we figured a tad bit more in regards to San Francisco.
Since he doesn't drive, we dropped him off near his bus stop and made our way to the Fisherman's Wharf. Tourism is rampant here, many people from all over the place have gathered here to freeze their balls off and listen to Sea Lion's unique moans, all which are easily able to be converted into sexual feelings. The Wharf is home to some great seafood and stinky Crust Punks that pick at other people's unwanted food. The Clam Chowder was great, the sourdough bowl that held it was great. The Wharf has a heavy resemblance to Hollywood, it has it's show people that try to make their living and those bums that ruin their living and hide it. But one Bum was different, he was honest, with a sign that says "Why Lie I Need Beer", Bj could not resist giving him money. Surprisingly, many Bums are respectful, they ask about your day before asking for money, it may be a hollow question but it beats "MONEY!"
The night was coming to a close and we made our way back to the room to prepare for another night.
Day 2:
The second day was show day, Vinh wakes up exclaiming "HAVE HEART!", I wake up to a dream featuring dismemberment and trolleys. We woke up on time but some how left late, but that didn't scathe our plans one bit, we made our way to Ghiradelli Square and indulged in the Sundaes and Banana Splits Ghirdaelli had to offer. Mike and Vinh purchased an creamy and perfect blend of Peanut butter, vanilla ice cream, and fuck knows what else. Bj stuck with a traditional Banana splits starring a very fresh banana, Oliver got some berry sundae which was my favorite, the blend of Strawberry, Raspberry, Blueberry was evenly distributed creating something very exquisite. I got a Mint Dark Chocolate (86%), it was too rich, my taste buds are use to Stater Bros. quality.
After the treats, I got my crash but we still went to the Golden Gate Bridge and walked across it of course. This another popular tourist attraction, unfortunately, so many of them have bikes it makes walking a possible threat. I was wearing my Nocturnal Depression shirt and some teenager picked up the crisis phone and we just laughed at each other, I always wondered, if he did kill himself and my shirt does come up in a video filmed by the City (from the cameras on the bridge) would I be held accountable? Anyways, after the bridge, some black guy was making his move on some British Pussy, I hope he failed but then again, she wasn't anything to brag about.
The lack of money cut most of our plans off, so everybody just hit back to the rooms and rested up for the show. Oli and I wanted to make the most out of our short stay so we were going to eat and explore the city a bit. Vinh joined us in our snack and we were at a Burger King which only had one mexican person employed, the rest were Phillipino's, interesting. Anyways, Vinh headed back towards the hotel, while Oli and I had some quality time together visiting Huf, The Hundreds, which I must say looks "DANK!" (haha) and wanted to go Hookah at a very authentic looking Hookah Bar. We walked around a bit more and came to the conclusion that San Francisco only has one really bad street, everything else is relatively peaceful, a typical city. City Hall looks like a place of royalty, it is like Minas Tirith. In fact, all building possess a different sort of design, very euro-like, arches are used frequently, large square brings design the buildings, and heavy gates guard the entrances. The playgrounds around City Hall prohibit any Teenager that misses his/her childhood with signs that say, "NO adults allowed unless accompanied by Children".
Oliver and I decided to head back to the hotel room and from then on, everybody but Oliver headed to the show. Thee Parkside was located in a neighborhood like area and sticks out like ea sore thumb. It is a very small venue having it's maximum capacity being only 200 people roughly, and the stage was only one foot off the ground. Despite that, the sound was amazing, perfect clarity sounded throughout, the crowd was put into a frenzy when Have Heart played. I ended up getting my hair pulled by FAT bitches. It was an alright show, I am not into the music heavily (reasons will be listed in the future), so that could be another reason why.
Day 3:
Day 3 began at the venue and ended with our departure. We only had 2 hours of sleep, Oliver had plenty of sleep and a good meal, another pizza from some other parlor with real Italians working there. We left around 5:30 and I fell asleep, Oliver took the first shift of driving and I was to take the second, so I bought myself a 5 Hour Energy, and made it here alive.
