Back to the Mission

If the poop wasn't enough, I went back to the mission last night to see a show at my friend Forest's art gallery (little tree gallery). It was a great show, with really sculptural, nature vs. industrial installation pieces. It is a small space, but then always end up doing a good job with it.

Anyways, I met christian down there and we had some dinner, then, walking back to our cars about 20 cops start pouring out of the mission police station and flying down the roads all around us. It must have reminded christian of baltimore for sure. Then, flying down 18th or so, is a pickup truck going about 60 mph with 5 cops behind. Of course, being a retard, I think "why doesn't that truck just get out of the way?" oh wait, its being chased... vrrroooom, peeeeeel. Then, like in some looney toons clip, 2 minutes later, the same truck is coming the opposite direction down the same road (How the hell did she turn around?) peels around the corner, everybody gets the ---- out of the way thinking that the beater truck is going to flip or crash into somebody - then everybody cheers as the cops fly by. Christian and I were laughing as we saw the truck pass, because the woman driving it was driving with her head out the window like dog, her hair blowing in the wind, and had these crazy damn eyes!

Enjoy your last seconds of freedom, cause you are a about to get owned! Anyways, the mission was good to me yesterday. I think.