Giant Lips of San Francisco

After the level 5 hill and my directional disorientation as I was walking away from Coit Tower, I started going up a bunch more steps in my clown boots and I felt pretty safe because everywhere I went was pretty busy. But here, I realized I was sweaty and alone, except for these three guys who looked friendly while I was trying to hide my pathetic out of breathness but then I had a momentary flash of oh no, what if they’re rapists? Followed by the thought that hopefully I would at least be allowed to lie down during the assault because I am way too tired to try to run.

What else? I saw a painting of some giant lips. I walked by the famous City Lights bookstore that literary people had told me about. I imagined it being gigantic like how I’d remembered the tattered cover in Denver or like a Barnes and Noble super duper store but it was pretty cramped and small, but still cool.