“The Hunter S. Thompson of Dolores”, the dude known for thieving bottles of wine from Bi-Rite, 'messed with the wrong kids' and got pushed out of the park/had his wine confiscated by some displaced Haight Street gnargles.  While the scene was insanely uncomfortable, the irony—oh, the irony—is just too rich.

[And as I sat there finding myself sympathizing with the Haight St. businesses that pushed Sit/Lie—and wondering when we're going to overturn that damn law so the gnargles will go back—I couldn't help but feel the Mission has come a long way from MDC.]