To the Two Men Walking By the Cafe Bean
Dear tourists of San Francisco. I saw you walking by the Cafe Bean shortly after 4:20 PM on December 07, 2007. At the time I saw you, I was leaning out the window to release a particularly large lung-full of Strawberry Cough, with a small, smoldering hand pipe and lighter in my left hand. Out of the two of you, the one with Sunglasses noticed my position and activities first. Despite you wearing sunglasses, I noticed due to the crook of your head your awareness of the situation.
I returned gaze and held it without shame, partially out of curiosity, to see how long it would take you to get uncomfortable. Not long, it seemed, until you pointed me, my activities and my gaze out to your friend, who then also partook in contemplating this spectacle that I had become, a piece of San Francisco landscape. Now, I am both not offended at you looking, and not ashamed of my actions. So as you took your sunglasses from your forehead to get a clearer picture, I smiled and and waved an unabashed peace sign in your direction.
Two men on the sidewalk: I do not know why this seemed to offend you. Obviously, from my apartment window, I couldn’t get a clear grip on your conversation, nor do I pretend to know your background or opinions of people like myself. Though I still do not fret. Perhaps some day toward the end of your life, you will look upon this moment and learn to appreciate it, and hopefully smile, at that fucking long-haired hippy on Sutter & Jones.