The Streets Of San Francisco- Narrative

             I walked down to the laboratory, and got ready to time travel. I think I was still in shock, because I didn"t fully believe they could do it. When I got there I went through some endurance test. After these tests, I was ready. I put on my special gravity suit, made out of titanium. I needed it so the force of gravity wouldn"t liquefy my bones. I got into the pod, and shut the door.10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

             Strolling down the streets of San Francisco around 1 a.m., I came upon this small cafe on the corner of Hate and Ash. I walked into the cafe; the sweet aroma of coffee hit me like a brick falling from the sky. I slowly walked towards the counter observing each and every individual, with the ferocity of an eagle soaring through the sky. After ordering my cappuccino, I walked towards the small stage, and took a seat. A young man walked on stage and opened a book, and started reciting poems from it. His poems were amazing, so thought provoking, intelligent, and sincere ("Howl"). Scanning the audience one more time, in hopes I would find a good-looking girl. "I struck the jackpot," I thought. Sitting in the corner was a young woman in her late 20"s. She was wearing glasses, and was gorgeous. The young man reading poetry finished. The crowd started to dissipate; soon only the waiters, the poet now talking to the young lady, and myself. I walked up to the man, and introduced myself. I soon found out that the young man"s name was Allen Ginsberg. Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, the clock rang 4:00 a.m. Realizing I had to work at 1 p.m. the next day. I told Allen, we would have to finish our conversation some other .

             time. He told me to go to the Six Gallery on Saturday at 11:00 p.m. ("Allen Ginsberg"). Completely forgetting about the woman, I told him I would be there. Walking down the street enjoying the early morning, I soon came to the apartment the research company set up for me, while working on my assignment.

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