I don’t know how to write about this, but feel that I need to get it off my chest….
Last night I went out on the town with Yousef, one of my new roommates. He’s trying to introduce me to San Francisco via the bars, so we’re bar hopping a different neighborhood each weekend. Lat night we went to the Mission, an area that is a little bit lower rent, but still had some decent bars.
After 1 AM, we decided to grab something to eat, so we stopped in a little mexican place and took care of our drunken-munchies. After eating we decided to head home.
As we were walking out the door, Yousef heard some guy say that there was a drive-by shooting outside. I didn’t hear this, so I just kept on walking. Up ahead, I see two bodies on the sidewalk, but don’t realize what’s going on until I get about 20 or so feet from them. That’s when I saw the blood on the sidewalk and realized that these weren’t just bums sleeping on the street, they’re dead.
As I’m realizing this, I notice the guy next to me is talking on his cell phone to a 911 operator and something dawns on me- this just happened! The police aren’t even here yet!
Yousef and I are both freaking out at this point, so we just flag down a cab and go home.
Just before we left the mexican place, I was giving Yousef a hard time because I was done with my beer and he still had half of his left. Still, he drank it slowly and I’m glad. If he had finished a few minutes earlier we would have been on the sidealk when this drive-by shooting happened.