I thought that this should be done alone and spontaneously for it to bring its trueist experience home. I had just gotten off of work, and decided I could do it now. I borrowed a linen from work, and folded my five dollar bills separately from my ones. I walked to the corner store and bought a disposable camera and then blindfolded myself in the store. I had the clerk take my picture and I began the experience. I felt awe, fear, helplessness, kindness, philanthropy, anger. I was helped anonymously by callings of direction to avoid, curbe, cars, and intersections. I was insulted and harrassed by delinquents of all varieties, they anonymous as well. I enjoyed the experience in a way I did not expect. Check out the pix and enjoy!

P.S. (In response to Loki's comment)
Upon enterning the bus and the driver refusing my fare, my hand was lightly held and I was led to an open seat. The person leading me had old, small, and soft hands. I requested to take a picture of them but there was no answer. I can only assume that the person was deaf or did not speak English; the latter being more probable. Later, the helping hand was replaced by a woman who chewed grape bubblegum.

The general consensus of parents answering their children's inquiries as well as speculation among friends is that I was either practicing for an upcoming surgery, or that I had recently had a surgery.
These recurring snippets I found interesting.

As for most people on the street...
I was largely ignored or otherwise barely commented upon. The ones who talked to me directly were mostly in the Upper Haight, where I happen to live. And mostly it was negative.

P.P.S. (also a side note in response to Loki's comment) Quite a few people, during the experience as well as upon hearing of my exploits at a later date, said that only a man would be able to go alone. I do agree partly. ...

If there are any women that would like to emulate my individual experience, I would be happy to snap photos and follow for your protection at a distance. Let me know