As with every city, there's the good and the bad. You might get free parking on Sundays in Oakland, but you might also get mugged and shot on your way to Sunday church. In San Francisco, you won't ever find free parking -- or any parking for that matter, unless of course, you are going to church.
We will never know what was up this guys ass on the day he decided to leave San Francisco this very succinct missive in the pavement over in West Portal. Had his Smart car just been towed for the umpteenth time? Was he upset the teeny tiny tree house door Golden Gate Park was replaced with a much crappier teeny tiny tree house door? Perhaps his favorite pot club had closed down, which incidentally isn't the city's fault.
Whatever it is, here's his (her?) Dear John letter to San Francisco:
Enjoy the burbs, bitch.