Utilizing a Starbucks-fed caffeine high, I'm whirled into a frenzy of quasi-creative fury. The gusts of San Franciscan wind are blowing ashes of the Asian clove-smoking avid reader lady to my right. I could have a sworn she was the operator of a 1986 Mercedes Benz that I just saw. This luxury car in question nearly side-swiped a city bus, beeped menacingly …and then puttered away at an intimidating 15mph with its muffler hanging on like Kurt Loder (ie. Struggling to stay current). The Asian lady has now moved away, doubtlessly ready to take on more municipal transportation, leaving me with a half-consumed Frappacino, city maps that I only refer to at "safe" places and a silent cell phone.

This is my weekend get-away.