If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.
But also be sure to eat sourdough bread, and run really fast down cracked cement stairs. Genuine, raw, a little callous, "I've been here long before you born" spiraling green vine cover stairs.
And then, don't forget! Disappear into the mist. The mist Golden Gate bridge plunges into on a cool September afternoon. Drink a little coffee, and so what if I'm wrong about everything? she said. At least for a little while...you'll be free.
Don't get angry at the silly sea salt breeze and giggle when the seagulls eat $6 bread bowls of chowder peeking outta the dumpsters for free.
And fall asleep as the stories scrawled on the bathroom wall wait patiently, wisely, for you to come visit them on your midnight pee.
Have you ever seen a penguin dancing? You might in San Francisco.
And don't forget, don't you ever forget. About me.
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