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365 Day 240*
The diversity and amount of acceptance that goes on within a true city is unlike anywhere else on Earth.
Just being able to walk down a street and have someone yell at you, another guy pushing a cart, another (enter random Nationality here) family on an evening stroll, and likewise a bunch of random teenagers playing basketball all at the same time?
Noises, cars, intense architecture, total fucking randomness and absolute debauchery going on everywhere around you.
Just stand in one spot in this particular city with a fucking notepad and I bet you could write a book from the notes.
Random.
A kid zooming by on a skateboard. A couple dressed in formal wear with a suit and a ball gown dress going to a high-class party. A dirty scummy guy asking you for change. A person on drugs searching for more. The drug dealers looking to get rid of their drugs. And still the family in the loft trying to raise their kids right and live the American dream.
Random dude.
I can walk these streets and see it all. A guy playing an instrument he made out of a bunch of pieces of trash and holding a milk container begging for money. A couple fucking in their 3rd story apartment for all to hear like they just don’t care. Someone smoking crack in an alley behind a dumpster. And likewise, hundreds zooming on by not noticing the crack head behind the dumpster because they are fucking BLINDED BY THE MADNESS THAT THE CITY BRINGS.
Random man.
You can smell the intensity. Weirdness better not faze you or else you are fucked. Better get out now. Don’t dare drive here unless you got a set of balls and are prepared to show them. Businesses thrive due to the amount of people that come here. Restaurants better have the best food or your fucked. Sell, shop, give, take.
The city man.
I fucking LOVE it. I love all the weirdo’s and fuckoffs and triumphant people alike that are attracted to the motherfucking madness.
The photo at hand? Me smoking a cigarette against the backdrop of some of the most original and fascinating architecture that exists in any “city” in the United States.
San Francisco, again – rocks.
Location: Panhandle district; San Francisco, California
Taken August 2nd, 2009
Posted August 7th, 2009
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365 Day 240*
The diversity and amount of acceptance that goes on within a true city is unlike anywhere else on Earth.
Just being able to walk down a street and have someone yell at you, another guy pushing a cart, another (enter random Nationality here) family on an evening stroll, and likewise a bunch of random teenagers playing basketball all at the same time?
Noises, cars, intense architecture, total fucking randomness and absolute debauchery going on everywhere around you.
Just stand in one spot in this particular city with a fucking notepad and I bet you could write a book from the notes.
Random.
A kid zooming by on a skateboard. A couple dressed in formal wear with a suit and a ball gown dress going to a high-class party. A dirty scummy guy asking you for change. A person on drugs searching for more. The drug dealers looking to get rid of their drugs. And still the family in the loft trying to raise their kids right and live the American dream.
Random dude.
I can walk these streets and see it all. A guy playing an instrument he made out of a bunch of pieces of trash and holding a milk container begging for money. A couple fucking in their 3rd story apartment for all to hear like they just don’t care. Someone smoking crack in an alley behind a dumpster. And likewise, hundreds zooming on by not noticing the crack head behind the dumpster because they are fucking BLINDED BY THE MADNESS THAT THE CITY BRINGS.
Random man.
You can smell the intensity. Weirdness better not faze you or else you are fucked. Better get out now. Don’t dare drive here unless you got a set of balls and are prepared to show them. Businesses thrive due to the amount of people that come here. Restaurants better have the best food or your fucked. Sell, shop, give, take.
The city man.
I fucking LOVE it. I love all the weirdo’s and fuckoffs and triumphant people alike that are attracted to the motherfucking madness.
The photo at hand? Me smoking a cigarette against the backdrop of some of the most original and fascinating architecture that exists in any “city” in the United States.
San Francisco, again – rocks.
Location: Panhandle district; San Francisco, California
Taken August 2nd, 2009
Posted August 7th, 2009
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