…you live in San Francisco when:
the homeless have specific requests on the amount of money or type of food they want.
someone says, ‘let’s go to the beach‘ and you grab a hoodie.
you see a naked guy walking down the st and no one even blinks.
your bingo host is a drag queen named Bob.
your pastor is a drag queen named Bob.
you can give directions to anywhere in the City w/o mentioning a freeway.
every hill is a different neighborhood.
you feel like you need a passport to drive over a bridge.