Practically a local. Not.

Dolores Park. Drinking my Philz 'One cup at a time' drip coffee.
I swear you can hear the strains of 'California Dreaming' as families
share their picnics, new agers play bongos and performers juggle,
eat fire and a man learns to walk a tightrope.

But as I'm watching him I'm thinking: Fall off, fall off, c'mon you bastard.
I'm horrible, aren't I?