It is the cinco of de May today. ESPICEY.
Last night, I was walking down Clarion Alley with Wallace when I saw a group of kinda thuggy looking dudes with a big, adorable pitbull several paces away. They called out to me.
"Hey there Hyna, we like cur dog! Can we pet it? Our dog is nice."
Their dog did not look friendly but after a brief internal deliberation and much coaxing from my new vato friends, I allowed them to pet the pooch. I hang around and chat with them when someone comes out from inside a near by house.
"Chu smoke weed gurl? Chu wanna hit dis blunt?"
Yessssssss. SCORE! So I smoked their weed and artfully impressed them by blowing smoke circles. Wallace gave them high fives. Stoned and stoked, I thanked them then continued on my merry little stoney way, thinking-moments like this are why I live in San Francisco.
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