Market Street at 5pm Freaks Me The Fuck Out

My new job is at 5th and Market St. Every day after work, I have been walking home which is a good 45 minute powerwalk. The stretch between 5th St. and City Hall on Market is pretty much the worst strip of the Earth, ever.

It's like the alternate universe in Back to the Future II where Biff controls the town and everything is shot to hell. Homeless men and women slump along storefronts and pitifully beg for change. Bums rifle through garbage cans as sunburned convention-goers clog the sidewalks with their bulging waistlines and confused expressions. Walking between the bums and the crowds is like a terrible, horrible video game.

The absolute worst worst worst thing happened yesterday. In front of the Kmart on 10th and Market, some guy was standing on the corner holding not one, but TWO snakes. WTF? He was trying to distrubute literature and these snakes were writing around; one on his shoulders and one is his hand. Oh god, I'm shuddering even just writing about it.

Part of the reason I even moved to a city is to reduce my liklihood of ever running into snakes. I have an intense phobia of them and the fact that I ran into them on a city sidewalk freaks me the hell out! I hate you Market Street! Between your bums and your reptiles, you are going to give me a heart attack one of these days.
But, I wanna end this post on a high note. If a lego recreation of Marty McFly rockin' out doesn't put a smile on my face, nothing will.