Downtown San Francisco Jack In The BOX on Mission Street, 3 am...one of 3 places to eat at that hour in that area, Denny's and Mel's being the other two. I found myself in this one while staying at the Hotel Argent down the block, and my "guest" Carmela suddenly had a craving for one of Jack's Pumpkin Milkshakes, which I must admit is pretty fucking tasty. ANyway, I wheel in with Carmela behind me pushing, and the black dude in the top picture instantly calls out to me, "YO! Hey man how's it going?" Not missing a beat, I look at him and ask quizzically, "Monkey? Smelly Monkey?" He replies, "YEAH Man! How's it going? <in hushed tones> Hey man could ya hook me up with a jumbo jack, I am a little short ya know what I am saying bro?" By now I smell the booze on SM's breath, but I insist on introducing him to Carmela...."Carmela, this is Smelly Monkey....Dude, this is Carmela." "Yo she be fine brother! Damn you get around..."

"Go back to sleep while I order your burger, I want to take your picture for some friends of mine..."





Dude with the white beard..."I came to San Francisco in '65 man, I was at the Be-ins, the Love-ins and the parties at the Fillmore. I was THERE, Right THERE man, my pockets were empty, but my heart was open, like a flower in the Springtime. It's all gone now man....only the CHEESE is as it was..." Goddamn dude thought he was in a "REal California...It's the Cheese" Commercial. And it is possible, the dude with his head passed out down on the table MIGHT, in fact, be Kyoto...