Woke up in Garths crib in San Fran, which is totally immaculate, (minus the dander). Cruised down to get some joe. Met a dog named Jake...bastard. Walked up the dunes at OB and saw this shiznick.....
So it looks all fun, tube city...nope, not without a ski. We scooted across the city to find Fort P doing its thang...
Outgoing tide is a no go, so we had to make a change of plans...Skateboarding in the city, drinking brewhans, eating kitty....
Went to the mission, Gsepp bought a inhaler off a bum for 3 bucks. And back to the dander prison....
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