The tiny green people who live under the grass blades were getting stoned today. I watched them climb onto little white flowers and sit at the edges, dangling their tiny little bare feet below. I tried to ignore them for a while, but they kept smoking their blunts and the familiar warm scent quickly dominated the chill breeze. A pretty girl in a white summer dress and a pixie haircut noticed me watching her and offered her little blunt. I politely gestured a no – My fat fingers can’t pick up a blunt that tiny without a pair of tweezers.
I’ve been hanging out at Dolores park every Saturday since I moved into the city. When I don’t wake up with a hangover, I’m here as early as 8:30 in the morning. The only humans around at that time are usually gathered in a semi circle open to the tennis courts. Mostly they keep to themselves and perform a wide variety of push-ups.
In my 3 weekends here, I seem to be the only regular to arrive this early. I’m not surprised. I doubt that there is anybody else in San Fransisco who can see the little green people here.
Dilip in SF 