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Michael Miller‘s West Coast Hip-Hop photo show debuted in the northern coast this past Friday at the Fifty 24SF gallery. This is actually a self reflection of my own music history back when I was in middle school with the likes of Pac, Easy, Warren G and Snoop Dogg. It was gangster music at it’s prime.

















I’ve always kind of wondered what other Howard Stern fans looked like. Listening to him for ten plus years, you wonder if there is a common bond between the millions of fans out there. This is me standing in line on Saturday at the Great America Music Hall to see Ronnie Mund (Howard’s limo driver) block party. Let’s just say I was probably one of two yellow bastards that strolled in the joint. I guess Asians aren’t too particular to this type of piss dunk humor but I love it.








And this was Sunday. Finally San Francisco is getting that sun we didn’t get at all last year and it’s only the beginning of May. I love this time of the year.












We’re at Off The Grid in the Haight and Ashbury district on this cold Thursday afternoon. The food truck epidemic is still in its lime light and SF embraces it with open arms. Sometimes you just have to stand in one of these god damn long lines and see what the big hoopla is for yourself.


Verdict #1: Common mistake for new age Chinese places is to make shit expensive. This is what you call a $6 & $9 bun with meat. No different then your $2 buns in Chinatown but because it came out of a truck, it’s suppose to resemble something close to gold. From what my girlfriend said, it was “meh” and probably not worth really checking out again. On the upside, it’s probably the prettiest bun I have ever seen assembled.


Verdict #2: This is the truck of all trucks from what I hear. Filipinos doing it right and combining a common ethnic food to a not so commonly eaten ethnic food. This is the sisig chicken taco for only $3 and three of them should wet any person whistle. Unfortunately today was so cold that my taco literally turned into last nights meal because the meat literally froze up. Good nonetheless.























The other day I told myself I was done with the city life. I was kind of getting tired of living in a 250 square foot studio surrounded by the Fillmore scoundrels that lurk the corner asking for dimes and quarters for their liqour diet. I’ve had my 4 years of fun and it’s time to throw in the towel to surrender to maturity.

Then I check the internet and see that this Sunday is the annual BYOBW event in Protrero Hills. City life just got awesome again and I begin to fall in love all over.



















