And The Craziest San Franciscan of the Week is…

And the crazy San Franciscan of the week award goes to… the homeless man with pants around his ankles hugging the large stone and yelling jumbled, angry threats at no one in particular.

You could have gone for a solo performance of pontificating your gibberish thoughts or simply banked on the shock factor of exposing your junk to the suited passerby of the financial district.

But no! You are no half-ass performer (as I saw all too clearly as I walked by). You sir, are a true master of your craft. You pulled off both of these actions with just the right amount of vigor to leave the rest of us wondering if you had really gone of the deep end or if, in fact, you were just frustrated by the inappropriate amount of pigeons in the downtown area… they’re going to take over soon, I tell you!

So, sir. For all of this, I vote you as crazy San Franciscan of the week. Congratulations!


So, sir. For all of this, I vote you as crazy San Franciscan of the week. Congratulations!