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Saw someone smoke crack inside the restaurant today. I could tell he didn't want to do it, but had to kick him out anyway.

A day late. A dollar short. Market and 6th.

Decided to switch things up and transfer at the millbrae Bart station from Caltrain instead of dealing with the walk up 6th from Harrison. 2 minute transfer=I forgot to tag off.

My first day back at work and my mother so graciously offered to drive me all the way to 5th street. She wouldn't dare go near the hinge. I left her at Bloomies. As soon as I turn left on 6th from mission "no disrespect, you're beautiful!" followed by "get in the car girl I know you wanna taste this fire."

Listening to a Caribbean themed Christmas cd that the doorman at burning man HQ on market street gave me. With the fam, driving to Gma's house in the Santa Cruz mountains for Christmas Eve dinner.

"Merry Christmas darling, take it slow, you're still so young"

Nothing but a "Merry Christmas" from an old man in a wheelchair on the muni.

And then Big Face asked, "You like art?"

You will find stories from my morning walk to work on 6th Street. Harrison to Minna, 5 days a week.