San Francisco, CA
Troy who I had met while walking in Point Reyes more than a month earlier, and who invited me to stay on his couch near the coast the night before I left the city to continue south. Trouble was that I didn’t want to leave that night, deciding instead to stick around the city for a few more days. I’m not really sure why, intuition maybe, or maybe there was something I still wanted to do. Troy and his partner Janet didn’t mind, offering to let me leave my stuff there and to come back in a few days when I was ready to go. Of all his toys, this was Troy’s favourite; I insisted that he pull it out into the sunshine and let me take a shot. He played around for a few minutes and then headed off for a run in the Marin Headlands.
I spent the day walking back from Ocean Beach through Golden Gate Park towards the Haight. One group of kids that I hung out with for a little while were excited: they were going to a party that night, and there was a chance that Mark Zuckerberg would be there. I continued on and bumped into a girl I had struck up a conversation with on the bus a few days earlier, which was how I ended up on the rooftop of an apartment complex on Haight Street at 3 o’clock in the morning with a group of people dressed up as if it were the 20s. Not me, though, I only had the same three shirts I’d been carrying around for 1,100 miles, but with my story no one seemed to mind. I crashed on the couch, getting up early in the morning to find some breakfast, wondering who I was going to meet next.