Whatever happened to predictability

We rented bikes and rode all around San Fran. The sun never came out
 and TJ almost crashed into a wheelchairin' hobo.
I did enjoy the fancy walgreens with high-security
and singing my favorite 90s show theme song at any quiet moment.
We ate good pad thai and banh mi sandwiches,
but it was weird looking out the window at
 the hobo who chose to park his stroller to lay down and stare at us,
while saintly samaritans combed the streets with biohazard buckets. 

San Francisco, you are one dirty son of a bitch. 

I did get a souvenir though:

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