HOW TO DESCRIBE SAN FRANCISCO TO STRANGERS, a Travel Essay by Katie Simpson • Cleaver Magazine
When people ask you about San Francisco, you always get stuck on the way you sense it. It starts with the smell. Wherever you lived before here, it didn't smell quite like this. The pot is open, lingering around parks and sidewalks, not just your brother's basement room. It's hand rolled joints after work. It's chocolate covered blueberries eaten at the movies. Pot in San Francisco is beer in Berlin: commonplace and open. If anything, pot knows this city better than anyone who lives here.
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