The San Francisco beatdown

I have been in the Bay Area for about 2.5 weeks, and the beginning of my arrival to San Francisco provided me a good old fashion ass kicking. I actually got beat up by an inanimate City. In the first three days, I had my car broken into, computer stolen, went to check out an sublet/apartment (traveling 50 minutes to get there) only to call the guy while arriving to the door step and having him say "Oh yea, I thought I called you, we rented it to someone else", then I went to Sonoma Valley to go wine tasting and at the first vineyard I got some stomach bug and was nauseous/vomiting the rest of the time while my friends bounced around joyfully and intoxicated from vineyard to vineyard, while I laid in the back seat of the car.

But, as most people have have told me, "Wow. That's a shitty introduction to the city.. Well, things can only get better from here". I guess they're right. And things have slowly gotten better over the last few weeks, as I have mixed in job interviews/meetings, going out as a #2 pencil, going out and dancing/grinding with a competitive fervor, college alumni events, eating burritos, a Cal/UCLA football game, getting a new computer, figuring out how the hell a MAC works, walking the dog of the person's house I am staying at in Berkeley (I am currently in a student apartment of a family friend's house), looking for sublets in the city, working for my friends to make money, working for matadortravel.com to make no money, trying to figure out why the mechanical gas flap on my car won't open (which has basically rendered my car useless b/c I can't fill it up and I only have a quarter tank left), realizing that I am living in a state with the star of "Kindergarten Cop", "Twins", and "Junior" as Governor..

Which brings me back to the question I made in my third blog posting ever:

If the Governor of California threw Verne Troyer (mini-me), would the "i don't trust him as far as i can throw him" cliche still apply?