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XXI Winter Olympics fully underway and I love it. I play my drinking game to kick the two-week sports-fest off (TNSC Parade of Natio s Game) and then kick back and root for crashes and such. Fun.
Part of the Winter Olympics always reminds me of San Francisco and no, it's not the goddamn Kristi Yamaguchi temporary skating pond on the Embarcadero, no, it's the stylish-but-slighty-scuzzy snowboard set. Those pussies remind me of the scuzzy-but-slighty-stylish Haight/Ashbury set. Prolly because they all are short, have long hair and are high as fuckin' kites.
My bean then takes me on a tour along said Haight/Ashbury and I'm drawn as if by gravity to Amoeba. I get lost in there. Then to take the edge off the Amoeba crowd, there's that junky sports bar. I wish I was there when Downtown Willy Brown set the heat-seeking helicopters and bulldozers on the thomeless encampment at the GG Park headlands. That musta been a hoot!

Of course, you can't tour that part of town without trying to get a drink at Persian Aub Zam Zam. Christ, I could only get a pop there if AC escorted me and coached me on what to say. Which was not much.

Give it a try!

Tonight - Persian Aub Zam Zam.

Go Team USA!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!