Yes. Minding your own business, your 50th Birthday. You think, "Hey, it's December. SF is sunny, the chic next to me is a generation younger, hot, English may not be her first language, but she came with me voluntarily." Does life get better?" Those stars all align, but then, I argue, it gets even more improbable:
You here a weird howl behind you. You are walking down Union thinking, "No, that's a joke." Then as fast as you can turn around, suss the scene, and pull out your camera, they bottom out on the flat doing about 80. You begin to immediately to think, does America not suck? Did I just see that? Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?
I really don't know the answers; looking for them. Respond and explain what you think happened. I still can't figure it out.
You here a weird howl behind you. You are walking down Union thinking, "No, that's a joke." Then as fast as you can turn around, suss the scene, and pull out your camera, they bottom out on the flat doing about 80. You begin to immediately to think, does America not suck? Did I just see that? Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?
I really don't know the answers; looking for them. Respond and explain what you think happened. I still can't figure it out.