Not much to say these days but
here's a what's happened in
The Mess... So Far.
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by Joe B. I'm walking, watching tourists slowly jog and walk down Market Street. Its a typical day in the Market-hood. At a new bus stop on 7th and Market Street is a rider alert it says "Starting Thursday, Nov. 1st. 2001, The 19 Polk to Fisherman's Wharf Board Here." Another sunny day in San Francisco begins. Though it Friday, Nov. 2, 2001 here's what happened last night, its so clear I couldn't forget it today. Last night, where I live on the 4th Floor just around the corner there was a disturbance and I had to go the bathroom anyway but I usually don't get into dusputes bypassing disputes trying to avoid all type of confrontation. But when the bladder calls one must go and relieve it. Being curious I passed the bathroom just a little bit because there was someone's leg on the floor with stains of red on them and more on the floor. Then a large, healthy, blue uniformed, blond gray or blue eyed fem-cop looking at me, I see her. Our eyes didn't lock because mine slid away from her's as I backed up going into the bathroom - her eyes seemed to be saying to me "None of your business, get back" in a firm, stern look of a professional police officer. An empty bladder later the cop is gone and I asked a fellow tenant what happened. "There was a fight and one of them was really got pounded bloody so somebody else called the cops, no big deal. Said a prayer for the blood pulped up guy, had a Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia icecream, then went to bed. 9:13 am. morning most of the fog has burned off in the early morning is now mist floating in patches near the tops of buildings. A patrol car flits by, Market Street sidewalk's red brick are wet from either rain, due, or Department of Sanitation's bug like green machines wetting and sweeping the sidewalk clean of dust, pigeon droppings, human urine, and other human waste. Please donate what can to Joe at 255 9th St. For Joe only my snail CA 94102 |