I’m working as a hot dog vendor on the weekends. Franks, Brats and Spicy Brats, all made with grass-fed beef/pork, all delicious. Plus the view from Crissy Field, with Golden Gate Bridge to one side and the city to other, is spectacular. On my way to Home Sausage today I saw a dead pigeon on Duboce.
On Christmas, my roommate Olivia tried her hat collection on on me and took some pictures. She says I have the perfect hat for a head.
I’m living in Haight-Ashbury with a New Zealander and some SF Natives. There is, like any city, unique slang:
“OG” : “Original Gangster”, as in someone who grew up in San Francisco
“Hella” : “very”, or “a lot” e.g. “That hot dog is hella good”
“What’s crack-a-lackin?” : “What’s up?” (not sure if this is an SF thing or just something some people I know say…)
“Tripped out” : weird, exaggerated
When someone refers to going to work “up north”, they’re going to farm trees
When someone refers to the “east”, they mean anywhere east of Minnesota
“Bird” : coke
“Boughie” or “ShiShi” : bourgeoisie, in a bad way
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