put into perspective.

today, approximately 12:45 pm, i was walking down polk street, grumbling and grousing to myself.

i felt like crap because of the flu shot i got yesterday (i lucked out and won a lottery), my calves were aching from the gym, everyone was annoying me, i ordered chai tea and ended up getting a chai latte, even though i specifically said "CHAI TEA. NOT A CHAI LATTE. PLAIN CHAI TEA," yet still got the latte, some fucking cunt whore bitch pulled all the way across a crosswalk with her fucking bmw, forcing me to almost get clipped by a muni bus as i walked around her shitmobile, it was raining, my nose was running, i had no kleenex so i had to do a bike messenger blow on the sidewalk (did i mention i'm real classy?), i felt like i had to fart but couldn't, the stupid fucking bagel shop was out of salt bagels, and i had to pee.

suddenly, while crossing vallejo street at polk, i stopped growling for a second and actually looked up.



i grinned, both inside and out, and then the day didn't seem so bad anymore.

and people wonder why i carry my digital camera with me everywhere i go.