Really San Francisco? You couldn’t muster a single gust of Bay wind today? You chose this very afternoon to shake off your June gloom? You couldn’t find a single grouch to glare at me on the street or a single car to swerve into my bike lane? Today of all days, you just had to flaunt all your blue sky splendor, all your smiley Californianess. Not even a whiff of urine on Market Street? Suddenly it’s all rising sourdough and eucalyptus?
Well I don’t even care. Those two hours I spent tracing through your coastal mountain trails this morning? Meant nothing to me. I didn’t even like that feeling of the sun on my back while I cruised my bike to the corner mart. You can keep my friends and entertain them with your silly music festivals and tacos and hoppy beer. You think I'm going to pout just because I hear people talking about camping trips and rooftop jam sessions and barbecues at the park? Think again.
Don't think I'm going to swoon over your hilly vistas. Don't be so vain as to imagine that I'll be dreaming about your ocean cliff winds in my face. You don't have my heart strings wrapped around your little peninsula. My heart strings are my own!
Don't think I'm going to swoon over your hilly vistas. Don't be so vain as to imagine that I'll be dreaming about your ocean cliff winds in my face. You don't have my heart strings wrapped around your little peninsula. My heart strings are my own!
Go ahead -- splay your bridges in all their glory! Twinkle your glittery golden skyline all night, see if I care. See if I snap a single faux-vignette photo of your summer peaches or cookie ice cream sandwiches. Won’t happen. Cookie ice cream sandwiches are stupid.
Good riddance.
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