A pretty good short story from Rants & Raves:
To the tough guy outside Safeway (mission district)
I was not looking for trouble when I went to Safeway. I was looking for some bread and thought maybe about picking up a few other things before going home after work. I saw you and your lady-friend as I walked by you. You seemed fairly mad at something, and from the look on her face, I was guessing you were mad at her. Ah well… not my concern.
I was unfortunate enough to be behind you in line at checkout. I listened to you bitch and bitch and bitch some more at her. From the gist of the conversation, it seems her monthly friend is in town, and that means you can’t visit. Funny, but again, not my business.
So as i go outside to head home, there you are in the parking lot. You are yelling loud and clear that she WOULD be blowing you tonight and that was that. Now from how it appeared, she didnt think that was going to happen and told you so. Again, funny, but not my business.
Then you smacked her. Cocked way back and belted her right in the face. Ok, now you have my attention. I watched the whole thing. She had no weapon. She was not threatening you. But you hit her. You drew blood.
Link, or read the rest after the jump:
Perhaps if I had been raised around this type of ignorance or stupidity I would have walked away. Maybe if my dad had hit my mom like that I would not have cared. Unfortunately, I was rasied that men do not hit women. Period. Full stop. Not negotiable.
You then had the stones to yell at me and ask me what I was looking at. Apparently my answer of ” a piece of human shit” was not the answer you wanted. Then you cocked off and said something to the effect of “You want some of this?” I guess my walking right at you was not a clue of the answer I was coming to give you, or that you were so stupid that your instinct did not tell you to just shut up….but when I said “No, I do not want some, I want it ALL!”
I am not exactly sure what happened after that. It is a blur. I remember you hitting me in the chest, which didnt really do much to me except make me mad. Other than your face smashing into the side window of your car and breaking it (and hoping your face also), I do not recall much.
I do know this – any man who can not control his own emotions and has to hit because he is mad, is not a man. (No, when i started toward you I was not mad – that happened after i started walking toward you and I considered it a bonus) A real man can control his emotions and control himself. Any man who likes to beat up or hit women, are basic cowards. I do not respect them. Not many people do.
oh, lastly… your lady friend Tina has my number and I have hers. She is going to call me this next week. I may call her sooner. You have nothing to say about it.
She is rather cute and seems nice enough. She made a point to tell me her “friend” only stays about 4 days a month. Hmmm…. I wonder why she would tell me that? Oh wait, I forgot – you have nothing to say about it.
almost forgot – I am at that Safeway damn near every night about the same time.
talk to ya soon bubba – you fucking coward.
YEAH!! i luv beatin up peepl 2! it makes me feel soooooo koool!
sad story. dude who wrote it really took a big risk. guys get shot for a lot less.
funny that the girl’s name was Tina. this story kinda has a “tina” feeling to it.
Diggy dang!
That’s why I go to the Safeway at 16th/Potrero.
I don’t want to run into either one of those guys.
Oh, but to show how he is above it all, not only did physically assault someone and made excuses for it, he’s using the power of the inter-tubes to convince us of his sophistication and call the guy out.
I’m thinking they have much in common except one knows how to type.
I don’t know, man. Does anyone else think none of this ever happened, that perhaps the author saw a bickering couple in the checkout line, went home and wrote this fantasy, put it on Craigslist, and is now masturbating to it?
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I saw a guy hit his girl from across a crowded bar. They were in a nook next to the bathroom. I threw my pint glass over my shoulder and sprinted at him. I was really drunk or I probably wouldn’t have sprinted through a crowd, or thrown a pint glass over my shoulder into a crowd. But I sprinted over and shoved him against the wall. There were four bouncers grabbing at he and I like five seconds later. After I told them what was going on his girl came up crying and begging them not to hurt him. Sick.
now with updates:
http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/rnr/1082480653.html
turns out this was at the safeway out near geneva.
I think we should all spend more time out near Geneva. It’s happening.
i lived out there from 2003 – 2005. Crocker Amazon.
i guess the bar on Geneva now called Broken Record gets some play.
otherwise, it’s a really quiet, really family-oriented neighborhood. very high % of longtime residents, like generations. very old school SF hood. one of the last i would say.
some good food out there (chick-n-coop, boos voni, blue iguana taqueria, han’s hunan, a few Filipino joints…used to be mom is cooking).
it’s also pretty close to both vis valley and sunnydale, though where i lived you’d never really know it.
that said, the safeway over there – at 1am – can be kinda scary.
oh, and you can watch VERY advanced semi-pro futbol in crocker park. some amazing players.
LEAVE CHRIS BROWN ALOOOOOONE!!!
Wow!
I really dig your Blog and this entry just blew my mind and the link to CL Rants and Raves was a great follow-up.
It reads a little bit like ‘revenge porn’ ; I hope it actually happened and wasn’t just something he made up to feel better after actually NOT doing anything.
Wow, I hope this story is true. It warms my heart to think that there are people out there who will step in and do the right thing when they see stuff go down.
Tsk. Children all around. Sheesh.