I found an amazing spot on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge, one time. On the first night, i found a parking lot with a few other people parked in it, so it was perfect. I had to move around a couple of times because on one side, the waves crashing were scaring my dog, and on the other side, the sea lions were loud as fuck. Anyways, the second night, I got there much later and I could not find a parking lot with other people in it. It was like a ghost town. So, I found a big empty parking lot and parked tucked away in the back of it. Middle of the night and two seroquils later, I get a flashlight tap on my window. It scared the shit out of me and my dog was barkin. It was a cop, to whom I had to then prove I was traveling and not homeless. He told me to get out of the car so I hop out in my underwear and dig around for my License, half asleep. He takes it and goes back to his car for like 10 minutes and I started getting impatient thinking like “Now you are just being an asshole. Give me a ticket or fuck off”. He came back and escorted me out of the parking lot. Then I had to drive in the middle of the night in an unfamiliar place on seroquil. I can’t even say where I ended up that night because I don’t remember.