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San Francisco sunset.

The loud talkers mix with sirens, jackhammers and car horns.

Those who don’t have their heads down in the soft glow of cell service, seem to have their heads up their asses. 

It’s an errand here and a rush to get to the next thing there. It’s life as we know it and reality as we never could have expected. So much information flowing, so many opportunities and yet, beneath all the self-importance, we’re still basically human. Still lonely. Still searching for magic we can only vaguely recall from a time we barley remember. 

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You know what I mean.

It seems like the escalators are always broken at the BART stations.

While I’ve always agreed with Mitch Hedberg’s take on the situation, the escalator entrance is usually blocked by a little fence made of yellow plastic. This means a whole lot of people are forced to navigate a very skinny stairway to the sidewalk above.

Like ants, commuters emerge from a small opening underground and spread out in waves of fast-walking, pseudo-professional determination. This mass exodus is perfect target for the spare-change seeking homeless.

Many shake a cup. Others have signs. And sometimes I encounter a guy with a greeting or a piece of advice. Like today.

“Happy Friday, you know what I mean…” he said to each passerby.

“Happy Friday, you know what I mean…”

“Happy Friday, you know what I mean…”

When it was my turn, he paused and we made eye contact.

“Looks like you’re already having a happy Friday…I know you know what I mean,” he said with a hearty laugh.

I took his comment as a compliment and considered giving him a buck or two as I was quickly brushed away by the hustle of the crowd making their ways to wherever.

Happy Friday…you know what I mean.

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