This is a easy formula, and apparently something that will be happening almost every weekend in the summer. Close a street, get food vendors, music and trinkets to sell, post up fliers and posters about it and watch as hundreds of people come out to have a good time.
Haight Street used to be the hippie epicenter. Peace, love and the freedom to free-base and smoke mad herb. Now it is filled with rejects on every corner, asking if you can pull on their cock for a dollar so they can add it to their savings fund for a Miller High Life. If you don’t contribute, they call you a rich prick and spit on the ground while they stroke their dog Ginger that is wrapped in hemp rope. Still don’t know why they all have nice dogs.
Everyone and their mama daughter had a DLSR that day. Not as photogenic as Bay To Breakers but everyone had their gear in hand.
Funniest corner of the day goes to Haight and Clayton street. Hecklers with a sense of humor.
Apparently I don’t stay down on hip-hop no more. Do you know who Knobody is? From not knowing, dude is the new addition to the Heiro camp. Shit must be hard for an MC. He was getting down in the nitty gritty of self promoting and actually MCing on a flatbed truck towards the end of the festival, gathering the loose end pedestrians that were fleeing to the bus stops. I guess you got to do what you got to do to get your name out.
“Wit life in the pen, every page a breath, my last days, so its only a coupla pages left, I said fuck it, raise the stakes, I done made my bets, I’m all in, I’ll see ya struggle & I raise u stress.” – Knobody / What U Think
