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stumbling drunk - by vincent huang - a slice of my mind

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33 and get off at valencia, the street with the pretty lights, to walk home. 49 to head north, fast, on the red express lanes; 14r to go northeast, to downtown and my favorite park. 24 to get directly from work to “cerebral valley”, where apparently everyone lives. by now i have twenty of sf’s bus routes memorized, little threads i stitch together to go wherever i need to, pulling the entire city into a tight net this past week i’ve been waking up at 6am and walking to the office at sunrise. my neighborhood the mission, usually chaotic and litter-filled, is serene. by golden hour we usually mean the hour before sunset but the morning is just as golden, and if i time things well this is what my walk to work looks like every day: i feel irrationally, unjustifiably happy, walking around in my morning and evening commutes, knowing these paths like the back of my hand even if i make an unusual stop or detour, even if i have not taken this exact route before. every block is a little characte

stumbling drunk vincent huang Jan 15, 2024 22 1 1 Share 33 and get off at valencia, the street with the pretty lights, to walk home. 49 to head north, fast, on the red express lanes; 14r to go northeast, to downtown and my favorite park. 24 to get directly from work to “cerebral valley”, where apparently everyone lives. by now i have twenty of sf’s bus routes memorized, little threads i stitch together to go wherever i need to, pulling the entire city into a tight net this past week i’ve been waking up at 6am and walking to the office at sunrise. my neighborhood the mission, usually chaotic an

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