The true nature of San Francisco is vampiric, sucking the life of what was once innocent and beautiful; gripping its victims’ strength, will, and life with sharp influential fangs; controlling their every move with the intent to harm or destroy. San Francisco is also filled with dauntless heroes and attractive scenery. The road trip that I embarked on would reveal the yin and yang of San Francisco.
It was late May 2008. My best friend, Bobby, joined the United States Coast Guard. He was stationed in Eureka, California and wanted me to drive out there with him. I just had surgery on my right knee. Being cramped in a small car was not my ideal process of healing, but I could not pass up an opportunity like this so I went.
The third day of the road trip we reached the end of the Golden Gate Bridge. The brilliant sun, drown with a thin silk curtain of clouds set at high noon, welcomed us to the coldest city in summer: San Francisco. The ocean glistened where the minuscule rays seeped through the clouds. We drove through the undulating hills looking for an economical place to stay the night. Traffic was not as bad as I had imagined it would be-and not as badly as TV had described: bumper to bumper traffic, horns blaring from the impatient driver who was late for work again, and cars jumping over the top of the hills trying to escape the undercover detective. Bobby ultimately found a hotel we could stay at.
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When we stepped out of the hotel, the moon relieved the sun of duty. Across the street a sleeping bag hugged a man tight against the building, the man hugged his most precious memories, and they hugged the last bit of delectation in his life. A little further down the street a homeless man was given a warm dinner instead of the money he had asked for.
The next morning we took a tour bus to get a better look at San Francisco. The bus dropped us off at the bay. The warmth of the sun on my back and the light breeze, which moved with the ocean’s tides, were relaxing and welcoming. The bay was lined with shops and vender carts stocked full with lunch, dinner and dessert. If there was something that you wanted, the bay was sure to have it. Debby Downer would be the only person who could not enjoy herself.
It was night time when we got back to town. The walk back to the hotel was halted; siren blaring, red and blue lights illuminating the city block, firemen carrying the needed equipment to restore life, and people grieving for what they knew was inevitable. A girl pleaded to the firemen, “it wasn’t his fault.” About twenty-five feet away from the people grieving a lady stood still like a marble statue and stared at something only she could see. Her head began to slowly roll down to her chest; her back fallowed one vertebrae at a time, as if she was melting. Her legs stayed locked, but the upper half of her body hung there like a puppet on a string, waiting for the puppeteer to tell her what to do next.
When I reflected on my road trip to San Francisco, the yin and yang were not the only thing revealed to me. Anywhere you go, anyone you talk to, and anything you see there will have atrocious and virtuous qualities about them. Which one will you pay more heed to?