Honestly, there should be a way to reply to social media in your email without always having to go into the crazy thing just to react . . .
The other morning en route to home downtown, I started to stop by Trax, the trashiest and last gay bar on Haight street, and it was already 1:00 a.m. and the street was quiet save for a few men cruising and smoking dope and staring into black space and realized I also needed to buy eggs and orange juice and razors and things, so I peddled downhill toward Safeway on Market at Church after taking photos in the Haight. We were completely out of eggs at home after one roommate showed me how to tell if an egg was bad by putting it in a bowl of water. If it floated, the egg is good; it it sank, the egg is bad and should be tossed. So we had a lot of eggs to toss in our home ... Roommates are kind of like family. The only difference is you choose them because, well, you like them. That's not so true with family...
It was good that I went there when I did.
While shopping as if there was no tomorrow the announcer came a speaker to announce the store would be closing shortly. That customers needed to bring their items to check out now, which included a gang of bad boys security gathered up and threw out the store as well.
So I discovered Safeway is no longer 24/7, which was a shock. Seems Safeway has decided to close at 1:30 a.m. and doesn't re-open until 5 a.m.
How sad is that when you can't sleep in the wee hours with nothing to do . . .