From Conduit we headed to Zeitgeist, a biker bar on the edge of the Mission. The scene began quietly. Sitting at sappy, food infused pine benches we made friends with the tourists and looked intently at the pierced and inked bikers.
We quickly learned why the pink pigs fly high at Zeitgeist -- and so does almost everyone else.
Party bowls galore. I wasn't aware that this place had such a permissive policy of getting stoned in public. Lines of coke, totally unacceptable, but weed? Party on dudes.
Not sure what the deal is with these pigs, but the picture taker took a risk. Also overheard were several bizarre conversations, including this bit:
"How could you have eleven children?" ... "Your grandfather couldn't keep it in his pants." Followed by disparaging comments about Arabs.
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