Pizza
I get late night pizza (and burgers and fries) from a place on the corner of Larkin and O'Farrell. I think they are Lebanese owners. I'm sure they see a lot of things on that corner. With me they typically see drunken and happy and hungry.
Walking back with my ONE slice the skinny woman with a cane who is bent over nearly 90 degrees is yelling at me - "do you have any leftovers! Do You Have Any Leftovers!?" Well, no. I just started.
Walking back with my ONE slice the skinny woman with a cane who is bent over nearly 90 degrees is yelling at me - "do you have any leftovers! Do You Have Any Leftovers!?" Well, no. I just started.
posted by David at 00:10
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