I attended the Wordcamp 2007 in San Francisco. I was not really expecting to go until a month ago when my friend and employer suggested I go. There a few strange characters who spoke on the first day, and the second day was MANY strange characters. More on that later.

I found the cheapest most terrible hotel that Hotels.com would list information on. As luck would have it the instant I checked out laborers were removing the hotel furniture hastily out of the rooms, then smashing them to pieces on the side of the road. Danging television sets by the cord they would swing them into a rusty container that was probably supposed to be a dumpster. A Russian man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt (with the hood up while inside) who had been working the front desk informed me the hotel was recently purchased to some aggressively expanding art college in San Francisco and it was going to be a new dormitory. Those poor students. Late into every night constructions crews would operate the loudest and most rattling combinations of heavy equipment. It would then begin in the morning. Perhaps the new building across the street had to be finished in an extreme hurry. Rest in peace Olympic Hotel: Deceptively their website is still up and so is their listing on Hotels.com.

This was my first chance to experience and interact with actual real-life heroin addicts as well. Absurdly skinny blond females cuddling involuntarily next to crazy old men ranting nonsense in the soggy San Francisco morning. A more lucky schizophrenic woman I sat next to kept ordering fast food items from me on the Bart ride back to the airport.

I found if I wished help when I was about to kill myself I should be somewhere besides the Golden Gate Bridge because their emergency counseling phones are out of order.

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