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Alrite friends. Here it is: the entry about San francisco.
alrite. i dont even know where to begin. we went and saw the white stripes, then the next morning got on a train
this one to be specific.
the train ride was 8 hours but we didnt want to take any chances. so we took the train so we could bring 30-something joints up with us. when we arrived we were in awe:
we were greeted by beautiful cityscape and friendly, liberal, intelligent people.
this is the room we stayed in at the hostel.
view from the window. haha
first night there, we discovered the roof, so we smoked on it. lots and lots and lots.
i was saying "ahhhh please take this man, that hit was just too intense"
the first two days we didnt really take many pictures, so i'll fill you in:
we got there are night time, hung around, got acquinted, slept. the first day we went to haight-ashbury, the major hippie part from the 60s. some big black man conned us out of 50$, so we went walking to golden gate park. we met a girl, maybe 20, rolling joints and giggling in the park. she sold us some mushrooms. we went to go see my cousins new school he is planning to go to: SFSU. except: we saw it , on mushrooms. SOOOOOO much fun. the botanical gardens, and the dorm village, etc. oh man what a blast. oh and please note, we were stoned every minute of the trip, because well, what would the fun of a 1 week-we-get-of-summer-blowout-extravaganza-trip-to-frisco be, without being stoned every minute?
anyhow the next day we went to go see my school: UC berkeley. because we awoke so late, it was almost dark when we got there, but i got to meet people, and walk around the campus etc, i cant wait to begin. then at night we went to where the Fillmore west is, and walked from jazz club to blues club to jazz club, smoking and watching people play. then the last day, we actually brought a camera:
first we sat around and waited for a trolly
if you look above his head you'll notice cable car lines. how smart and effecient. all the HUGE buses around san fran are ZERO emissions, because they run on cable lines for energy. of course LA would never think to do something like that, which helps gas prices, and keeps the air cleaner. that would just be silly right?
then we went to fishermans wharf, which is tourist galore.
yeah , thats alcatraz.
THENNNNN we went, got some mushrooms, and headed to the golden gate bridge
the second we got there, we both ate about an 8th.
my cousin, not knowing what is about to hit him (it was his first time actually full-on tripping. his first time even eating mushrooms was at SFSU 2 days earlier, but it was a small amount)
anyway by the time we started getting ready to walk the bridge, it started hitting us
and there before my very eyes was the most beautiful thing, i have ever seen, in person, with my own mushroom eyes: the san francisco bay
yeah.
about an hour later, we were beginning to become out of our MINDS!
so we decided we should smoke some weed. we didnt know what planet we were on, but we knew where ever it was, weed was going to be needed:
ok now this,
may very possibly be the most unflattering picture of me of all time BUT BUT BUT....
just LOOK AT MY EYES, AND THE MADNESS IN MY FACE.
yeah i was FLIPPING OUT MAN.
but none the less
the golden gate bridge, hullucinating, is the most joyous place ever:
as demonstrated here (yes, i photoshopped the shit out of this)
BUT, we made it to the other side and had to walk back, and by now it was night time.
that part was just a bad, bad trip. i was like sitting in a corner at one of the pillars, in the dark, on some concrete. i dont know, but i just felt like some junkie. maybe because i was on drugs. but none the less, not the kind that make you a junkie. i think it was just daunting. all those lights, etc.
anyhow, when we got back on the other end, we walked for hours, still out of our minds, til we found a bustop and went back towards sutter st, where we stayed. we found a record shop and went in. I bought theee coolest ROBERT JOHNSON (king of the delta blues, bitches) shirt:
anyway we walked around here til we sobered up:
none the less we definatly looked like crack bums.
anyhow our flight wasnt until 6 am, so we spent all night just walking around. we went and smoked joints on lombard street (the really famous twisty turny street with roses) at 4 am-ish, then caught a cab back to the hostel, then to the airport and left.
sigh and now im back here.
oh wow. and as i was about to post this someone called me to tell me our summer school grades were up, hold on let me check
(checking grade)
(my heart is pounding, its the most important undergraduate class)
FUCK MY GRADE ISNT IN YET.
alrite. i dont even know where to begin. we went and saw the white stripes, then the next morning got on a train
this one to be specific.
the train ride was 8 hours but we didnt want to take any chances. so we took the train so we could bring 30-something joints up with us. when we arrived we were in awe:
we were greeted by beautiful cityscape and friendly, liberal, intelligent people.
this is the room we stayed in at the hostel.
view from the window. haha
first night there, we discovered the roof, so we smoked on it. lots and lots and lots.
i was saying "ahhhh please take this man, that hit was just too intense"
the first two days we didnt really take many pictures, so i'll fill you in:
we got there are night time, hung around, got acquinted, slept. the first day we went to haight-ashbury, the major hippie part from the 60s. some big black man conned us out of 50$, so we went walking to golden gate park. we met a girl, maybe 20, rolling joints and giggling in the park. she sold us some mushrooms. we went to go see my cousins new school he is planning to go to: SFSU. except: we saw it , on mushrooms. SOOOOOO much fun. the botanical gardens, and the dorm village, etc. oh man what a blast. oh and please note, we were stoned every minute of the trip, because well, what would the fun of a 1 week-we-get-of-summer-blowout-extravaganza-trip-to-frisco be, without being stoned every minute?
anyhow the next day we went to go see my school: UC berkeley. because we awoke so late, it was almost dark when we got there, but i got to meet people, and walk around the campus etc, i cant wait to begin. then at night we went to where the Fillmore west is, and walked from jazz club to blues club to jazz club, smoking and watching people play. then the last day, we actually brought a camera:
first we sat around and waited for a trolly
if you look above his head you'll notice cable car lines. how smart and effecient. all the HUGE buses around san fran are ZERO emissions, because they run on cable lines for energy. of course LA would never think to do something like that, which helps gas prices, and keeps the air cleaner. that would just be silly right?
then we went to fishermans wharf, which is tourist galore.
yeah , thats alcatraz.
THENNNNN we went, got some mushrooms, and headed to the golden gate bridge
the second we got there, we both ate about an 8th.
my cousin, not knowing what is about to hit him (it was his first time actually full-on tripping. his first time even eating mushrooms was at SFSU 2 days earlier, but it was a small amount)
anyway by the time we started getting ready to walk the bridge, it started hitting us
and there before my very eyes was the most beautiful thing, i have ever seen, in person, with my own mushroom eyes: the san francisco bay
yeah.
about an hour later, we were beginning to become out of our MINDS!
so we decided we should smoke some weed. we didnt know what planet we were on, but we knew where ever it was, weed was going to be needed:
ok now this,
may very possibly be the most unflattering picture of me of all time BUT BUT BUT....
just LOOK AT MY EYES, AND THE MADNESS IN MY FACE.
yeah i was FLIPPING OUT MAN.
but none the less
the golden gate bridge, hullucinating, is the most joyous place ever:
as demonstrated here (yes, i photoshopped the shit out of this)
BUT, we made it to the other side and had to walk back, and by now it was night time.
that part was just a bad, bad trip. i was like sitting in a corner at one of the pillars, in the dark, on some concrete. i dont know, but i just felt like some junkie. maybe because i was on drugs. but none the less, not the kind that make you a junkie. i think it was just daunting. all those lights, etc.
anyhow, when we got back on the other end, we walked for hours, still out of our minds, til we found a bustop and went back towards sutter st, where we stayed. we found a record shop and went in. I bought theee coolest ROBERT JOHNSON (king of the delta blues, bitches) shirt:
anyway we walked around here til we sobered up:
none the less we definatly looked like crack bums.
anyhow our flight wasnt until 6 am, so we spent all night just walking around. we went and smoked joints on lombard street (the really famous twisty turny street with roses) at 4 am-ish, then caught a cab back to the hostel, then to the airport and left.
sigh and now im back here.
oh wow. and as i was about to post this someone called me to tell me our summer school grades were up, hold on let me check
(checking grade)
(my heart is pounding, its the most important undergraduate class)
FUCK MY GRADE ISNT IN YET.