The yetzer harah didn’t let me get up for shacharis like I had planned, but he couldn’t stop me from attending the San Francisco gay pride parade no matter how many times he told me to hit the snooze button. I hopped in my car and drove 40 miles up to the city. I got me a good spot and headed up to market street to check out the action.
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