San Francisco is My Home

San Francisco is My Home

07
Oct

Gas station Kabuki


I stopped at a gas station by the city-side entrance to the Bay Bridge yesterday evening. There was a homeless man with a great shopping cart at the gas station: it had an eerie, Kabuki-esque mask mounted on a pole on top and pinups from a Japanese girlie magazine stuck around the sides. If it were coming towards you on a sidewalk it would look like a strange girl-monster headed your way, the terrifyingly fixed expression of its mask-face portending your certain doom at the hands of a hoard of underdressed teenagers.

The homeless man was apparently buying gas at the station, though whether he needs it to power his pimped-out cart remains a mystery. Another mystery is what I was doing at a gas station, since I have no motorized vehicle of my own. We may never know the answers to these questions.


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