on our last night in san francisco, after drinking lots of sangria at cha cha cha's, my friend pete, gf rika, and i walked down haight street past this bar where some 'tough guy' (grrr!) looking kids were dancing with (ie, grinding all up on) these girls in the window. the window was in plain view of everyone on the street and for some reason i thought it was so silly looking.
so, i decided to take a picture:
a few people on the street started chuckling and one of the girls in the window took notice, pointed at me, and...
I passed this tangle of razorwire separating a building from the now-vacant lot behind it, where an abandoned building has been demolished, and an empty plot now stands.
What is all that razorwire protecting?
...some Phonoh and Inkheadgraf.