DRINK PREFERENCE

As soon as I saw you I said:
yup! Sierra Nevada.

All this wisdom coming from a whisky man that owns a breathalyzer.

STRANGER WAYS HERE WE COME

TL 5:00am.
Local resident asks my partner for a glove so he can fish a ciggarette out of the sewer.

Once given the glove he removes the sewer cover and goes in up to his shoulders feet sticking out five feet in the street.

Didn't get the smoke just got covered in Hyde street grime.

REMEMBER BRAD PITT IN 12 MONKEYS?

My partner this week is that guy.
Hand gestures and everything.

THIS THING IS FULL OF GEMS

NOT A DUMPSTER BABY PART 2

STRICTLY DECORATIVE

RUMOR HAS IT THAT THE WORLD IS ONLY HALF ROUND

A PIANO MOVER FOR HIRE

FOUND

THE WAY THINGS WERE

MY JOB WAS A BIG HIT WITH MY DAUGHTER FOR A FEW DAYS AFTER THIS FIND

FOUND IN THE DWELL MAGAZINE CAN, BROUGHT ME $75

I AM PRETTY SURE THESE ARE SPENSIVE

OFTEN TIMES THERE IS A GOOD REASON A CAN IS HEAVY

START

STOP

PIECE OF FAKE

THINGS GET UGLY AROUND HERE, SOMETIMES I PRETTY EM UP

I PUT IT TO MY EAR AND LISTENED TO IT

I GET VERY EXCITED WHEN I STUMBLE UPON THESE

REMOVE A FEW PESKY SHARDS OF GLASS AND WHA-LA

DOWNTOWN SF?

FOUND AND READ AND DUG

27" AND COTTER PINNERS

THE ONLY THING I CANNOT GET WITH HERE IS THE SURFBOARD

NO PROBLEM

SMOKED FISH, CHINATOWN

WRONG ONE FULL

BUSY LIVIN'

Been gone too long.
Lots of finds forthcoming.
Please come around soon.

NUMBER 6 IN YOUR BOOK

According to these folks I hold the 6th worst job.
I ain't saying it is the best job in the world.
But I have worked in an office, a copy shop, a pizza place, a liquor store, a furniture store, a health food store, light construction and a bike messenger and it beats the hell out of all of those there and back.

The messenger gig had its perks though.
Mostly the pot, coffee, bitchin tan lines and meeting the wife.

I WANT MY BABY BACK

In the summer I spotted these signs in the affluent Marina neighborhood,
I found them to be a humorous peek into the way the other half reacts when
things are taken from them.

Not all that different I suppose.

There were a few minutes when I thought about calling the number and
telling the individual that I had just spotted a group of inner city teens
riding a gas grill down Van Ness but like most of my best ideas it was
replace by distracting thoughts of sparkly things on the ground and coffee.

Last Monday I was servicing the first customer on a route in this neighborhood
when a man walks up behind me and starts screaming "I WANT MY BARBEQUE BACK! I WANT MY BARBEQUE BACK!" followed by a cold glare.

Could this be the guy? Does he think that I, the omnipresent all knowing garbage man, was the one that stole/threw away his gas grill?! Or is he just venting at the company in general?

What are the chances that he would scream this at possibly the only trash man to have known what he was talking about?

After a few hours of work, both physical and mental (trying like hell not to forget how my day had started, see sparkly things on the ground) I was passing down Chestnut st when I heard a commotion at the Apple store. I glanced over as I drove past to see a man screaming "I WANT MY BARBEQUE BACK! I WANT MY BARBEQUE BACK!" at the genius behind the giant glass door.

And thus I was given my answer.