I was helped immensely by chiropractors on a few different occasions. One time my father came to visit me in San Francisco. I had just dyed my hair red the day before. It was cool for a day. Then me & Pops wake up the next morning and I take a shower and my shit turns pink on me. My Dad was laughing his ass off. I was like "Dude! I'm gay. But not this fucking gay. Okaaaaaaay!" Standing there with me hands on my hips, pursed lips & bobbing my head back and forth like Shanaynay. So we go down to the drugstore near 24th & Castro to get some brown hair dye. He was laughing at me the whole time. So I get home and go in the shower and do the hair thing. Then as I'm drying my hair with a towel I hurt my neck somehow. I was in extreme pain and it wasnt going awayafter two hours. My Dad was only going to be there a few days and this was kind of ruining it. So he says "Dude. I saw a chiropractor office on the corner of 24th and Castro above the ice cream shop." I was like "That's real neat Dad." He said come on lets go down there and fix you up. They were actually open and the lady did me. I returned the next day and she worked on me some more. It totally worked. My Dad & I were so happy. He hung out with me in the gay bars in the Castro and shot pool and won a bunch of games. He didnt buy a drink all night because all my friends were buying him drinks. At one point he had four drinks going. Then some guy kept trying to get bizay with him. They were standing out front of Uncle Berts and the guy was practically begging my Dad to have sex. So a bunch of us are standing at the window watching and were surprised when my Dad agreed to go home with him. He said "Sure. Let's get this cab that's coming up 18th right now." The guy got all excited as my Dad put his arm around him and put his hand on his shoulder. The guy was totally drunk. My friends & I were tripping out. Then my Dad walks the guy into a parking meter on purpose and pretends it was an accident. The cab pulls over and the guy gets in the back seat. My Dad shuts the door and standing outside the car hands the driver a 20 and says "Take him home." That guy was looking out the back window of the car like he was about to cry in the back of a police car as it drove away. So we all start clapping and laughing our asses off and Dad came back in the bar.
To make a long story short. My weekend with Dad was saved by a friggin' chiropractor. For real though. Haaaaay!
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Haaaaaaaaay!!! : )