armed and ready

Last night I met up with my old coworker/friend Luis from back home who moved up here last month. Since I was being lazy and have already set forth on a wonderful journey to downtown as stated in the previouse post, I conned him into getting his ass all the way to my place in Inner Richmond (just a half hour bus ride). It was only 9pm but it felt as if we were in some abandoned Hooverville or ghost town. Everything was closed. A few pedestrians here and there. The lights were dimming. "WTF" I thought to myself. I cannot just live by day! But we set out to find that perfect coffee shop which I can call home. Block after block we walked, and colder and windier it got. We passed by a couple of guys eating ice cream and of course I shouted "where did you get that ice cream!?" To which they replied and pointed right behind them "Joe's Ice Cream." .... yeah I do that sometimes. All in all we got some great ice cream and ended up sitting in a coffee shop I thought would be free of Russians but boy was I wrong. Everyone in that place had the typical Russian look on their face. The way they dressed, talked, gestured.... everything was pointing to "GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS PLACE" but we stayed because we had no where else to go. After about 20 minutes the place was dominated by a group of about 10 Russians and they were getting increasingly louder. I knew this would happen at some point of my life here in SF but I was not expecting this to happen so soon. I don't know if they knew of my native identity... sitting there with Luis attempting to talk about them in Spanish. We left, it was too loud in there. The end. The job hunt continues.

Currently listening to: Manu Chao