Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Weeping at my SF Departure

No, none of my friends was crying at my departure back to Tejas. Instead, we were pub crawling when we noticed this statue in a beauty salon on Mission or Valencia. I think Mission. What you can't see in the picture is that the saint has open sores all over his legs. It was actually very disturbing in person. It just makes it all the more classic that he's positioned next to a Coke machine.

God, I miss San Francisco.

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