When Ben moved to San Francisco, he had but one singular goal. Did he moved her for a girl. No. Did he move here for the lovely climate. No. Did he move here for the free pot and yoga mat you get when you cross the border. No, but sure was great. He moved here to experience an earthquake.
And I am pleased to say, at around 2:30am this morning- HE DID IT. A 4.4 earthquake centered in Berkeley created what sounded like a muffled explosion and shook the house for a good 4 seconds. Now you say, there have been a dozen of similar sized quakes in the last 5 years you've been in SF. Well, my dear, dear friend. This soul has either been out of the area or slept through them all (and had to go to work where everyone is talking about the quake and what it was like, and just stand there, sad, in the corner alone, wondering....wondering what it would feel like for the earth to turn to jelly and the house do the harlem shake).
I'm not that guy anymore. I'm earthquake-man. I'm one of the cool kids. So expect for me to bring this up on every conversation from now on, its no big deal, you know, riding out quakes like I do, I just like to.... live dangerously. (give sultry look, raise one eyebrow, sip martini).
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Man, I wish NM would get some earthquakes, that sounds so RAD.
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