IT'S INHUMAN

Started off the day yesterday with an eye-doctor's appointment early in the day in C-Town, and continued it with hot weather discomfort and digestive angst. As well as the grumps. Like Hunter S. Thompson I find it hard to breathe when it's too hot and everyone's a lizard. Giant prehistoric lizards. Who will rip us apart at the slightest opportunity. Covered with tattoos and hairy legs. Gams like grey Brillo pads walking around the Financial District, frightening the children and little old ladies lurking there, though it's mostly out-of-towners.
Or free-roaming fentanyl addicts.

But I digress.

People get brittle when it's too hot. Kind of tense.

The borderline for San Francisco appears to be seventy two or seventy three. Beyond that, it's bitches. My personal borderline would be two to ten degrees lower than that, depending on shade, the supply of caffeinated beverags, and weather I have good pipe tobacco at hand. Plus sambal for my meal. Yesterday I feasted on curry chicken rice at one of the local chachanteng where the sriracha was a Thai brand with considerable pepperiness and a higher heat level than the usual, in consequence of which I ate too much because it was such fun. On hot days that is not a good thing. Fat Europeans die in Thailand daily. I am not such, scrawny actually, and San Francisco is a far less depraved place than Patpong or Phuket, but I should take care.

There are, ne concernant rien du tout, totalement, far too few benches in San Francisco. The city fathers do not want tired folks, tourists, or the elderly, even Dutch Americans after eating curry and enjoying their pipe, to have a break. Any break at all.

No wonder people do things in public here that don't bear the light of day. It's a reaction to the bankers, lawyers, and office wallahs, who dominate governorship in this city.

Cattleprods. We need cattleprods for when they go home at night, or random encounters in the Financial District. Yessirree, cattleprods.

I propose cattleprodding outside of every fancy coffee place or gym.

Might not solve anything, but it would fill a need.



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