I keep hearing, “Only in New York,” and that kind of bugs me. My still San-Francisco-loyal heart sees no reason shenanigans are not equally likely on the West Coast.
Still, there are moments in which everything comes together in a beautiful and harmonious and magical way.
Why, yes, that is a bucket-perched evangelist taking a break from his screaming argument with a group of androgynous teenagers beside a crowd of singing Amish whilst the Free Hugs guy leaps about in the midst.
And you can’t even SEE the clown passed out on the sidewalk behind me.
So it’s true, I guess, in some ways. I mean, there aren’t a lot of Amish in California.