The bridge guiding entrance into San Francisco is fantastic and inviting,
like a beautiful waitress walking your drink over from the other end of the pub,
and then we drive in,
cruising through an over-grown, over-looked jungle of concrete, glass and, fast food joints the size of an Alcatraz prison cell,
people walking streets with eyes down,
playing with their phones, trying to look smart,
slurping iced coffees and cutting us off on the sidewalks because we walk too slow,
I leave feeling like a jackass,
now I know how Pinocchio felt when seduced by Pleasure Island,
my eyes are open,
