anywhereSF

First, the promise of brewpubs drew me inland from the east end of the Morrison Bridge. Then, the overpasses, train tracks, and general grit distracted me from the brewpubs. Somehow, I ended up under the Belmont Street overpass at SE 3rd Avenue.

Here, I felt a cold gaze from high above. Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Peering upward, I noticed these characters watching me from the second story window. I was under suspicion, and clearly had stumbled into a place where I did not belong. Preferring not to start trouble in an unfamiliar territory, I took my leave and retired to the brewpub for some tasty sour beers.

Or something like that…