After all of the advice being sought after regarding my move to California, this is by far the best. EVER. You'll see...I read this to myself this morning and started choking on my food, and to then to others (many times), who literally laughed so hard they cried. It is clear that I must share this excerpt with the 106 blog community on behalf of N.G.
"Before I forget, more importantly than the murder rate in Oakland is the fact that there are literally hundreds of hairweaves strewn about in the middle of every street in this city. When I first moved here I almost drove off the road because I thought I was about to run over a cat, but upon further inspection I noticed it was a freakin' hairweave just hanging out in the middle of the road. They're everywhere and they're dangerous. I like to call them tumbleweaves and I have no idea where they come from they kind of just exist. You'll see."
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Although I never bore witness to tumbleweaves in the Bay Area, it seems completely natural that this would occur. It is one of the strangest places I've lived and it's consistently so. There aren't too many places where you can find wigs in the middle of the road, homeless men without pants (or underwear) visiting your sidewalk table at the outdoor cafe with no public alarm, and a run-of-the-mill-suit-adorned middle class dad in the cereal aisle at the grocery store yelling that the "establishment is ruining" him. That is the Bay Area. I hope you're ready, Gretch.
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