Steve and Piggyback Jake take you on a tour of little-known shopping streets in San Francisco. At a corner store there are no signs or welcoming doors. Entering is like letting yourself into an abandoned house. The merchandise is not marked. Browsing the various rooms gives you the feeling of walking through an insane serial killer's home, stepping gingerly on squeaky floorboards and avoiding eye contact with zombielike characters watching television. Squeezing through a boarded-up door on their way out the guard dog barely shuffles.
Day turns instantly to night (or do they wander indoors?) as they stroll teeteringly down the street. The alley is confusingly wide, forcing one to swivel one's head completely around to see the other side. Silent shoppers in ski masks peruse the contents of another store through the front window, deciding whether to enter the dark premises or investigate the new double-headed shopper that has emerged on the street.
A makeshift arcade boasts black-lit garish swirls and patterns, as well as a Whack-a-Elmo game. A sit-down thrill ride entitled "GEEZ" releases its passengers as the barker inside ushers them out with spooky clichés and cackles.
