Goodbye San Francisco. I've been with you over 10 years, and now I am leaving. During our time together, I have, in no particular order:
- worked as a life insurance agent
- suffered 2 broken arms in a bicycle accident
- started a an insurance business
- closed an insurance business
- started a technical recruiting business
- sold a technical recruiting business
- dreamt an 8' snake was eating my arm
- given an 8' snake up for adoption
- became homeless after the economy blew up
- has to explain 24 hours of downtime to customers
- learned the craft of software development
- pushed to production, taking down the home page
- filled hundreds of positions at tech companies
- been cornered by a stealth prositute in my kitchen
- known several people who have died at a young age
- stepped in a dalmation's poop with my bare feet
- got two homeless people off the street for good
- failed to get another homeless person off the street
- learned not to take candy from stealth drug dealers
- paid enough parking fines to repave all of Market St
- seen drug needles in the shower
- learned that Jenny only wanted to sell me alcohol
- won a scavenger hunt thanks to a detective & a condom
- outmanuevered my landlord's cheap ass tricks
- lost a friend over two Sheryl Crow concert tickets
- seen 12 people peeing on a walll in broad daylight
- Lost 70 pounds
- Found the 70 pounds I lost
- asked my boss to dipose of the rotting guinea pig
- been ejected from the Lucky Penny for making table art
- discovered that I should not assume we're exclusive
- arrived with an apartment's worth of stuff
- departed with only 2 bags & not a single pair of pants
- lived a metric fuckton