This is a short story about a day in the life of Corporate 90's America, and how the search for life is real in the eyes of one writer. This story takes place in San Francisco, CA, where the characters are passing time in the City Lights, dream of booze, young pseudo-hipsters, tea and the zest for living life to it's self- envisioned potential. I don't have any writing credentials, as this is my first short story. I am 25 years old having lived in the Bay Area all of my life. I received a B.A. in Psychology from the University of California, San Diego. I am profoundly influenced by Jack Kerouac, as my title and setting suggests.