I spent the weekend in San Francisco. I met my half brother Gary's family for the first time. It was an awesome experience. Great, great, people. Now I know where I get my bad side from. I've always wondered. Not that they're bad in any way, but they like to have fun, so the wine was flowing, and that rarely happens on the Bernal side of the family.
I also got the chance to walk around the city and check out my old hang-outs. I walked mostly in North Beach and Chinatown. It's changed some. The trees are taller and many of the businesses have changed hands. I ate at one of my favorite Chinese restaurants. It wasn't as good. It used to be a tiny place with just a counter, but they've expanded it and now it's a restaurant with tables and chairs. It was good, but it wasn't as good. If that makes any sense.
I still like San Francisco and if I ever make any money I'd like to live there again for a short spell. It doesn't make sense to live there long term. The idea of giving large amounts of money to landlords is bullshit. I'd rather not do that. I think there should be a rebellion against landlords. Life is harder than it needs to be with high rents.
