heaven on earth...

so after my stint at the local JC where i grew up, I ended up chosing San Francisco as my new home. my sister already lived here so i had a small foundation so it was an easy decision. plus, not many people know it, but my obsession with the grateful dead brought me to their hometown.
the day i moved to sf, a friend that was living in santa cruz came up to help me move in. as we drove down one of many "avenues" in the sunset district, he abruptly asked me to pull the car over because his friend (mm) lived there. now, every single house in this neighborhood looked exactly the same, and i doubted his intuition, but when we went to the door, sure enough, (mm) answered and introduced himself with a simple question..."do you puff?"
i knew i had a good friend in sf already! ended up meeting his roomate, (HA) at the time. became close friends and eventually within days i met the whole gang. we spent pretty much every single day at a bar called kennedy's near fishermans wharf. when i say everyday, i mean everyday. it became too much of a scene after a couple years so we slowly retreated, but without kennedy's, i would not have the friends i do now.
in 2000, ended up seeing a jazz is dead show at the great american music hall...where we met (ck) and (jo). They werent married yet, thats when bizarro worlds collided into a massive family. Slowly but surely, without realizing, a true phamily was formed.
hundred of shows, festivals, canoe trips, river rafting ,expeditions, fishing trips, other trips, etc...later, we find ourselves as a huge, completely functioning, dpread throughout the world crew. When we go to shows, its rarely ever less than 10 deep. High Sierra Music Festival this year had over 36 people! Are you kidding me? My friend mean the world to me, without them, SF would be less meaningful of a place to live.