One of my favorite lines recently was some guy who was behind me crossing into Dolores with a pimp hat and trench coat, shouted out twice at me… ARE YOU A FUCKER?? ARE… YOU… A… FUCKER???? Like he was Samuel L Jackson or some shit. I just looked at him like, you have some serious issues buddy.
Yesterday morning on San Carlos near 19th I stepped off the sidewalk ’cause some guy was prepping a pee in front of me and instantly ducked as another guy chucked a soda at my head, yelling about me spitting on his stuff.
One of my favorite lines recently was some guy who was behind me crossing into Dolores with a pimp hat and trench coat, shouted out twice at me… ARE YOU A FUCKER?? ARE… YOU… A… FUCKER???? Like he was Samuel L Jackson or some shit. I just looked at him like, you have some serious issues buddy.
Yesterday morning on San Carlos near 19th I stepped off the sidewalk ’cause some guy was prepping a pee in front of me and instantly ducked as another guy chucked a soda at my head, yelling about me spitting on his stuff.
Some weird energy out there.
That was just a San Carlos St. “Good morning.”
Living on that block San Carlos Street is one of my life’s great tragedies.
Hey Neighbor. I actually love this block. 200 block, what,what!