Mommy and Daddy took me to Bay to Breakers, which is a huge race/parade where the citizens of San Francisco gets to show how clever they are. People dress in funny outfits. They hold witty signs. They do crazy stuff. And they drink incredible amounts of alcohol.
And old and fat hippies walk naked among them.
Not cool.
Look, I've been using these eyes for seven months now, and I didn't want those images burned into my memory.
It was almost too late until I began to look at all the hot, young, sexy and barely dressed chicks partying around me. They outnumbered the hippies 15 to 1. When I close my eyes tonight, they will be ones I see.
Anyways, I had a blast, and this parade made me proud to be a San Franciscan. I kicked my feet and flapped my arms whenever a strangely-clad stranger made me laugh. It was awesome, even though I heard Daddy tell Mommy that this was the last Bay to Breakers he was taking me to until I got old enough because he didn't want to answer "awkward questions".
I get it, Dad. Even though, for some of the naked people, there's just nothing left to ask.
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