DANGED HIPPIES!

There is almost nothing like early morning on Nob Hill. Dogs leading their humans to a place to pooh, street people flaked out in doorways further down, the odd pipe smoker wandering the streets and being antisocial. Well, only one of those. And the faint whiff of fresh coffee, because people are waking up.

And of course the bitter biting cold because it's still under fifty degrees and there is moisture in the air. Man I hate the cold. It's been nasty for most of the past four or five months and I'm altogether rather fed up with the frigid part of the year.

I'm looking forward to Spring weather and the start of the burning season. Leaves, unraked forests, and cybertrucks, spontaneously bursting into flames.

Meanwhile the smell of an aged Virginia with a touch of Perique perfumes the air. It's a very nice pipe tobacco, follows the first cup of coffee nicely and prepares the soul for dealing with elderly stodge butts in Marin whining about youngsters these days all illegal damned liberals protesting against god, christianity, and Trump why can't we all just get along and you guys be quiet?

They haven't been to the city in years, not since those coloured commies took over, but it's going to heck I tell you. It used to be so nice. They had an apartment in the lower Haight, only two hundred dollars for a month, and a big tittied girlfriend on those days.
It's not like that today, no sir! The times have sure changed!

Everyone's smoking pot nowadays! That's what!
Not like back in the day.



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