Walked out of a bar a few days ago to find this.  As a former bike mechanic, I can tell you that spokes don’t just snap in the middle of the spoke.  Especially when the bike is parked.  Listen hookers, this isn’t like slashing tires.  We can’t just go to Pep Boys, play on our iPhone for 30 minutes and be on our way.  No, we have to drag our bikes home, leave it in the garage for 4 months until we get the motivation to fix it and use our roommate’s less-fun bike for a few months without him knowing about it.  Fuck, now he knows.

I’ve hated on Union SF in the past, but this latest piece from the Chronicle just keeps it coming up:

Charukesnant lived in Cow Hollow for years before buying a two-bedroom, one-bath unit in the Mission last month. She and her friends would frequently hit the restaurants in the Mission on the weekends, something that’s more convenient now that she lives there.

…

Brian Choe, who had previously been renting in the Marina, narrowed his search for a home to the Mission and Mission-Potrero area. Once he set his eyes on a unit at the Union by Palisades, “he knew this was where I wanted to be.” The young professional said he eats out nearly every night at one of the neighborhood restaurants and often finds himself at a local watering hole, Homestead, 2301 Folsom St.

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Charukesnant said the Mission’s “chill vibe” is perhaps one its most surprising delights.

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Dunno how much longer the Mission will have a “chill vibe” if a bunch of bros in Ed Hardy shirts keep infesting the neighborhood and pumping out shit-factories, but that’s just me.

UPDATE: Let me clarify, it has nothing to do with fashion but everything to do with attitude.  These are the people that drive to work (read the article), make demands for more parking rather than parkletts/bike lanes/bike parking, file noise complaints, and demand that hipsters leave Dolores Park alone so they can hang out with their babies and dogs.  Fuck that.

Every time you get admitted to a baseball game, the terrorists win.

San Francisco, is this a thing?  Last night marked my first trip to AT&T Park* and it was the first time I’ve seen so many high schoolers congregate in one place since I went to the Warped Tour when Blink 182 headlined (save your jokes).  Sitting in our ticketed seats and getting altitude sickness, a platoon of 12 kids from Fremont or some shit came rolling up, sat immediately behind us and spent the next 15 minutes yelling into their cellphones trying to find out where “my bitchaz” were.  I’m pretty convinced that entire group of people had nothing in common beyond finding out where their friends were.  I recognize my friends and I have nothing in common beyond getting ‘hella faded’ and pissing on houses neighboring Dolores Park, but that’s beside the point.  Look, I know your “Ridin’ Dirty” ringtone is “fucking tight,” but baseball games are as close to visible patriotism and church as I get, so just put away your goddamn phones and just focus on drinking that vodka you smuggled into the stadium.

Anyways, we eventually moved after resupplying with $9 beers and petzels to another row of seats.  About 20 minutes after we got there, another roving pack of post-puberty dogs descended upon us.  Tired, defeated and broken, we just sat there dealt with it (by way of snarky comments and more beer).

HIGHSCHOOL PROTIP: back in the day (8 years ago), we didn’t bother people at baseball games or in places people actually wanted to be.  No, we’d save the text messaging and blowjobs for the back row of Rob Schneider movies; far, far away from society.

HIGHSCHOOL PROTIP #2: If some guy turns around and says “If I just buy you some fucking beer, will you leave?” take the fucking offer.  1) Offers like that just don’t fall into your lap everyday.  2) He’s not trying to “creep on you,” he just thinks your that fucking annoying.  Plus, if I wanted to creep on children, I’d join the Catholic Church (ZING!)

* It’s not that I hate baseball, it’s that I’m from Boston and the first time you step into a stadium that isn’t Fenway when the Red Sox are not playing, you get your Charlie Card permanently revoked.

I’m confused guys.  On one hand, a piece of “historic” graffiti has now been trashed.  On the other hand, it’s just graffiti getting tagged over.  Should I feel bad for Banksy?  Should I feel bad for Brad Pitt who now won’t be able to pay $600,000 to remove this piece of Valencia Street history and bring it to LA?  Should I feel bad for SF graffiti artists who are getting upstaged by immigrant graffiti labor?

Is Otter jealous of Banksy’s fame and knew he could get some mad press coverage by acting out?  Maybe he’s just the ultimate hater.

Anyways, I like bikes.  I like Banksy.  I like Otters.  It’s a match made by God himself.

(photo by Sean Reynolds)

UPDATE: Rachel in the comments informs us that Otter defaced the one in Chinatown as well.  Not going to lie, I kinda like what he did there.