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We live in the Potrero Hill area of San Francisco. Actually, we live nearer Dogpatch, but it's all the same. Due to the location, there are occasionally some interesting elements nearby, especially around the old abandoned warehouses, and under the freeways (101 and 280 pass near here). It's not uncommon to see homeless people any time one ventures outside. It's a really, really unpleasant aspect of San Francisco life.

We went up to the corner store, which is actually about six blocks away, on the other side of 280. On the way back from getting milk and snacky cakes, we were walking behind a couple guys. One guy looked relatively normal, if not a little hirsute.

The other guy was a bit more hardcore. He was wearing a leather wide-brimmed hat, leather duster, leather pants, and carrying a leather backpack. These were all "clothes that last the rest of your life"-Fight-Club-type leather, not pervy leather. This was only about 30% of the impact. The rest was that the guy wasn't wearing shoes. He was just trucking around, in weather running 35-50, with his little tootsies naked to the air. I've read about feral children and their oblivity to cold, but sheesh.

If he would have growled and said,"Give me your money," he would have had a fistful of money and a great view of my back from an increasing distance. :-)

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