Free Crank, and I wont even mess with it
2016-10-21, 12:59 a.m.

The tenderloin of San Francisco. Jesus have mercy. That is true american grit. Lord have I never....

Ween show in san fran last week with Noel, Keri, and Nate. Oh man. Deaner can rock and roll. They are so talented. We did the typicaly affair and went to fishermans wharf and gorged on seafood and drank whiskey in the alleyways. I gave some dose to my hombres, and they got SPUN SON. Nate, three songs into the ween set started to think that Noel and I were talking about him and were against him. Also there was this guy that looked like bill gates. Then we saw a guy that looked like steve jobs and all of a sudden steve jobs and bill gates started TALKING. Noel and I were joking about this and Nate thought we were talking about him and also that it really was bill gates. He takes one look at me and says "I cant do this anymore" and bolted from the crowd. We thought he would just go find a spot in the back and chill, so we stayed. Then there two dudes, like, like 14 year old chipmunk guiney pig looking dudes were eating peanuts and peanut related items all show while dancing pathetically. Keri was really upset about this as she was also dosed out and they were freaking her out. Anyhow, ween killed it and turned me into putty. We left the show and went to the flagpole we had pre-arranged as a meeting place in case we got split up so we could find Nate. We wait for 30 minutes while we gather our brain putty back together and then we called Nate. Nate was at 12th and Market. We told him to stay put we would come to him. Market at night is filled with the grimyest homeless people you can imagine. This is NOT the flagpole Nate. We couldnt navigate our phones well and got lost several times. We eventually decided to meet by the honda dealership and all we could say is meet at 12th and honda. We found Nate. Nate was in dire sorts and looked as though he had just undergone some intense traumatic experience at the show. Turns out he didnt see the show, Nate left the venue right when he bolted us. Turns out Nate went all looney tunes and had been wandering the Tenderloin for the last 3 hours, while tripping his brains out. He said he thought everyone was against him and he was being watched by helicopters and cameras. Turns out he terrified the citizans of san francisco by repeatedly mistaking every day people for celebrities. He followed someone and told them they were the drummer from anthrax for blocks, even though they vehemently denied the allegations. He said he saw Dave Hester from storage wars and kept pleading with him to do his signature "yuuuuuup" After we met with Nate he slowly got his bearings and we all had a good laugh. We then walked like 14 blocks though some of the seediest, shadiest, and scummiest city clocks you can imagine. I inhaled second hand crack smoke on more than one occasion. I could sense this was making Keri feel really nervous that she may never come down from the acid and she could end up like these people too. Silly keri. We all got back to the westin hotel and watched things melt for a while. Then we took cabs back to our own hotels. I wasnt ready for bed so I went back on the street looking for food, alone, in a big city at 3 AM. I went with confidence and met a lot of cool people and had a wild night. I witnessed muggings, crack deals in the middle of the street, as conspicuous as you can imagine. I wathced credit card fraud, and a dude get beat up. I remember one lady pleading with a dealer that she had 4 dollars, she knew it wasnt 5 but she would throw in a cell phone case. He was holding strong. Its 5 dollars lady. Well, I sat on the corner watching all this while eating french fries. Oh boy what a night.

Next day we walked from the hotels all the way to height ashbury. Great little fucking place. We thumbed through records at Amoeba, and got some killer thai food. We then prceeded to buy weed in golden gate park while outside the drum circle. We decided to walk all the way to the end of the park. IT was amazing. We had tea at a tea garden and then walked for miles through the park. Then it started raining like steel bullets. We eventually found a shuttle and then had to walk another mile in the rain to a vietnamese crab restaurant. Oh boy, the drunken dungeness crab. So fantastic. Another ween show that night and then the 6 flight back to denver.

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