First Impressions

Not wanting to pay the $5 toll to cross the Golden Gate bridge I decided to park my car on the north side of the bridge and hike in. I grabbed most of my possessions and stuffed them into my pack, in hind site I should have just left the whole thing behind, because the 30lbs on my back would wear me down by the days end.

As I hiked across I couldn’t help but think “What if an earthquake hits wile I’m crossing this thing?” I imagined the suspension cables snapping and the deck creaking and falling into the water depths below. Then when I got to the center of the bridge and looked over, I couldn’t help but contemplate taking the plunge to Davie Jones’ locker below. For some reason I always have those macabre thoughts, when it comes to high places.

Onward I pressed making it to the other side in no time. I had walked the entire two mile span in under an hour. I stopped on the other side for a few photos and then continued on. I walked along the 101 for an additional 3 miles or so, until was able to reach a park near the marina. I walked over to bench and took a load off my feet. Behind the bench was a bathroom, which I took advantage of. As I was taking care of my business I noticed an old man come mulling about, just seemingly walking in circles. I didn’t take much notice of it and went back outside to the bench

As I sat on the bench looking over my maps, and trying to decide where to go next, when the old man came out of the bathroom and took a seat at the end of the bench I was sitting on. Now I should no better then to ask strange old men that hang out inside public bathrooms in the park, but at the time I wasn’t really thinking. So I asked the man, “Excuse me, do you know your way around this city very well?” to which he told me yes, that he was indeed very familiar with the city, and asked me where I was truing to go. “Well,” I said, “I’m not to sure just looking for something neat to do.” The man then moved from down at the end of the bench toward me. He talked about San Francisco with great passion and how liberal it was. He then did the ol lift one butt cheek up and creep closer to me slide. I was a bit thrown off by this move to get closer to me, and I began to get a little nervous.  He then started to talk to me in a more suttle manner almost like a whisper and began looking around in a nervous manner. Then he raised his hand and put it on my nee. I sprung to my feet as fast as I could, and said with great force “NO THANKS DUDE, I DON’T FLY THAT WAY!”  he looked up at me stunned, he then got up without saying a word and turned around and walked the other way. I took off as fast as I could in the opposite direction.

As I hurried away from the apparent gay hookup park, I managed to make maybe a mile up the road when a man in an Escalade stopped me. He leaned out his window and said “hay man, you know how to get to the 101 from here?” I told him “yeah I just came from there, its aways that way.” He then leaned further out at me and said “hay man you look like a cool guy, you want some chronic?” I was confused so I went closer to his car and asked “what was that?” he then said “you need some dank nugs? I got the best in San Fran” he then pulled out a large Tupperware container and showed me his stickiest of the icky. I couldn’t believe what was going on, in a matter of a few blocks I had been molested by an old gay man, and offered to buy marijuana. What the hell kind of city is this?