For something in the vicinity of $3.00 American, the lovely heap of self destruction pictured here can be yours. Oh how tragic and wonderful this time of ours...It was sunny in Mission/Pacific beach earlier this week before the rain came in. It looked very Summer-like, but felt somewhat January-ish. The main difference being a large drop-off in temperature and an equally large and possibly more noticeable drop-off of in the population of half-naked girls at the beach.
It's mostly local rule around the early months, with the latest generation of Skate-Slackers having more or less free run of the place alongside migrated vagrants and wandering Kerouac types who probably view visiting the city in the hot season incredibly pedestrian. A group of aforementioned Skate-Slackers sit outside the JBX (that's Jack-in-the-Box to you laypeople), where my friend Luis finishes eating and I try to figure out my new camera/phone/mp3 player. So far, I have figured out that I need to accessorize so as to fit in with the millions of people who obviously give a shit how up-to-date I am.The skaters are probably at odds with the idea that with the throngs of hottie bikini girls will also come the hordes of tourist-barbarians to cast them from their kingdom. At least until it starts getting cold and we can do it all over again. Or maybe they don't think about it at all and won't until it's ten years later and they realize they spend too much time in analysis and don't skateboard nearly enough anymore. I think to myself that winter seems to have better sunsets than Summer anyway.
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