03.01.04 :: 2:15 pm

I have always said I would never leave my beloved New York City, but this weekend, I bcame majorly crushed out by San Francisco.

"It's so our style," Mr. M wrote me in an email as I lounged in an apartment in the Mission district, ful on the best fucking burritos known to mankind.

And even though it was touristy as shit for me to do so, I drove down Lombard Street and loved every second of it.

Maybe the five year plan is looking at a makeover. It's got the Pacific ocean all over it.

More pictures and more stories to come. Like the one where I hit the bullseye at the firing range in Monterey with a Glock and it was the first time I ever touched a gun.

Right now, it's time for some ice cream and a Mr. M/Sundaygirl reunion.

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