Yesterday was pretty much the most perfect SF day I can remember. 72 degrees, no breeze, not a cloud in the sky… I originally planned to catch the SJSU Lacrosse game vs. Santa Clara but not only was I running late but my buddy told me SJSU would likely be pummeled. I was definitely not going to let the day go to waste so I set 1 lofty goal… a blue bottle latte from the Linden St. kiosk.

Latte in hand I did some light shopping then decided to sit in the park for a few. I was immediately greeted by a nice man who offered to sell me some incense except he umm… he kinda fucked up his whole pitch and gave up.

“hey brotha how bout some incense?I mean Hispanic brotha. I mean you look like a brotha but I don’t know cuz you kinda brown.” my tweet

He then walked away sulking. Maybe I shouldn’t have looked at him with my fake “holy crap I’m offended” look.

BTW, what the fuck am I anyway?