Flying Trays and Other Assorted Mayhem
It was Friday the 13th. We were in San Francisco. The day was as gloomy as could be. Fog covered the land. I could just tell it was going to be a day to remember.
The first indication that something was amiss was when we got on the Muni subway. There were more bums on that thing than normal people. The majority of them seemed completely stoned out of their minds. I told my kids not to look at them, because they weren't the friendly sort that we met in San Diego.
We got off at Civic Center where the city hall was, and where the theaters and fine arts were located. It was a bad situation. Homeless people were everywhere, and the air smelled like drugs. In fact, one guy threw a blue restaurant tray at us, barely missing my daughter.
My husband quickly turned us around, and we got the heck out of there! It was completely unsafe.
Later that day, we made our way to Fisherman's Warf and Pier 39. There was an assortment of entertainers, including some mimes. Now, I don't normally mind mimes, but these guys were scary! Something was wrong with them. I figured out what it was when I saw one completely gold mime huddled by a garbage dump, snorting drugs. Fortunately, my kids didn't see that one.
San Francisco is not the place it was 15 years ago. It is messed up big time! So, San Francisco, here's what I have to say to you: You're cable cars are cool, but your drug-addicted homeless are not! You'd better fix that problem, or I'm not coming back!
The first indication that something was amiss was when we got on the Muni subway. There were more bums on that thing than normal people. The majority of them seemed completely stoned out of their minds. I told my kids not to look at them, because they weren't the friendly sort that we met in San Diego.
We got off at Civic Center where the city hall was, and where the theaters and fine arts were located. It was a bad situation. Homeless people were everywhere, and the air smelled like drugs. In fact, one guy threw a blue restaurant tray at us, barely missing my daughter.
My husband quickly turned us around, and we got the heck out of there! It was completely unsafe.
Later that day, we made our way to Fisherman's Warf and Pier 39. There was an assortment of entertainers, including some mimes. Now, I don't normally mind mimes, but these guys were scary! Something was wrong with them. I figured out what it was when I saw one completely gold mime huddled by a garbage dump, snorting drugs. Fortunately, my kids didn't see that one.
San Francisco is not the place it was 15 years ago. It is messed up big time! So, San Francisco, here's what I have to say to you: You're cable cars are cool, but your drug-addicted homeless are not! You'd better fix that problem, or I'm not coming back!
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