Goodbye San Francisco.
And now I’ve returned to Los Angeles.
It was interesting enough that the first sight I came across leaving the garage after parking were two guys smoking a joint on the steps of union square park enjoying people watching. We exchanged smiles and I gave them my approval. The smell of weed and the feeling of warm sun reminded me that I really was back in California. Upon leaving the city, the last sight I saw two surfer-looking guys sharing a blunt, hot-boxing their car on the Bay Bridge, leaving the city.
It was the perfect goodbye from San Francisco.