I've been telling my friends for years, you only live in San Francisco for the stories. You want the crazy stories—'I came home last night and there were homeless people having sex in my front yard.' Usually you get people to kind of admit that they kind of like that up to a point. But then it's like, I took my three-year-old out yesterday, went down to the park ... A junkie tried to stab my three-year-old with a used syringe. The jokes start to get less funny over time.