My Bay Area: Pittsburg

It all starts with me at the BART station waiting for the train to take me on my odyssey to Pittsburg which is many fathoms away.( A long ride.)





Then still waiting, what the...? It's a pay phone! Those are still around? I thought they were extinct, hit by the meteor of "Modern Technology." Well I guess they're only in train stations from 1970.



Here is the long BART ride all the way east and north and east and north and boom Walnut Creek, Pleasant Hill,and Concord. After going through a series of multiple ugly large glass buildings I'm here...finally...ughhh.



Hey, who turned up the heat about 40 degrees? Where is the stuff ? It vanished. Pittsburg is a twentieth of what I thought it would be, maybe a thirtieth.

I found stuff. Cool, a Safeway Food and Drug, the second one sounds more appetizing. A plate of steaming hot drugs? Is crystal meth worse than regular meth?

Instead of a meth entree, it's Mexican. Mmmm salsa, salsa,sal--can't talk eating.SALSA.

Also I enjoyed a Mojado Burrito. Three words: awesome, authentic, cuisine. And out of anywhere in the world Pittsburg.

Barf after eating too much caesar salad or a Round Table Pizza? You decide, I'm for choice A.

Now in the name of Maiden,"Run to the Hills." There are plenty out here like the one shown.

There I was, way out there, near the Sacramento River. Far...

Home again. I had been out for 6 hours and I was tired. Now that was what happened in Pittsburg.