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"I had him in my clutches!"
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the entrance to Chinatown
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Neal: "Everywhere I go, Ben Franklin is there!"
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We saw some awesome breakdancing street performers.
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I find it hilarious that this cop bothered to write this guy a ticket. With a car like that, you park wherever you want. And a little $10 ticket isn't going to stop you. This guy probably has a hired assistant whose entire job is to take care of parking tickets for him.
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We HEART Hosteling International!
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We found this awesome hot dog place. Neal had a plain old hot dog.
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I had a massive, gloppy, disgustingly sloppy, spicy mound of a hot dog.
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This is the Jack Kerouac bookstore.
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"We are all out of soda"
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Neal the Navigator.
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In California there are cars that don't exist in the rest of the US.
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Chinatown has plenty of Name licence places.
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And this big woodwn penis.
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Ice cream of the future!
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Don't be fooled by people stretching or doing yoga or whatever. They're crazy and they're just trying to disguise it.
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So many people have leaned against this bar that the paint is worn away.
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Alcatraz
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I think the seagulls around the wharf must have grown really big from all the food people give them.
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These are HUGE seagulls. They fly around and swoop down and eat people's food right ouf of their hands! We seen it!
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Neal laughs at some suckers that got attacked by seagulls.
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This old man tried to park his car but he kept knocking over the trash can and hitting that pole. We sat there and laughed at him rather than try to help.
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In And Out Burger!
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I saw this note taped to the back door of some restaurant.
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8 Mile.
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"Fort Mason: I don't know what this is, but it's something."
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Out the window of our second Hostel. It was really beautiful.
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Neal and I put our glasses in my shoes for safe keeping during our daily nap time.
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Whenever we were feeling blue, I just pulled this picture from the airplane magazine out of my pocket and he'd cheer us right up.
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This is where we locked our stuff up so that our racist roomate wouldn't steal it.
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