…I witnessed the following. Most of which was while waiting in line for a hip and trendy breakfast restaurant, coming out of the theater after watching the Hobbit, and living in the Mission. Nothing really out of the ordinary for me.
An undercover cop car shakedown of a seemingly homeless guy on 6th street where the undercover cop took the joint the guy was smoking and threw it on the ground; handcuffed the guy and searched him; then unhandcuffed him when a patrol car pulled up
Patrol car with uniformed officers handcuffed the guy and arrested him for “we heard reports that you were pulling a knife on people”
An ambulance careening around the corner to help a hapless drunken guy sitting in the alley
A bloody fight at the Metreon between fathers (?) who was fighting over someone’s daughter who received an insult in the restroom; security guards were on scene telling all patrons to avoid moving closer and police officers were running up the escalators as we exited
Waking up to low-flying helicopters early in the morning where by searching Twitter nearby that deadly collision occurred as a result of a fleeing vehicle a few blocks from my apartments and at an intersection that I frequented for my favorite restaurant
Tragedies. Mortality. And then, the scum of this society.
I chose to live in this city, knowing that. And still after 6 years, I accept it.
