— By Brian Hickey |
“I went outside to see if there was any other place we could go, but everything around here looks like shit.”
-Tallest member of an unhappy bachelorette party in way over their heads at Minako Sushi on Mission and 18thish.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I've been down on the whole “Haight Street gutter punks invading the Mission” thing in the past, but this conversation between a Mission kid and a crusty set of Caucasian dreadlocks that I overheard last night outside a bar (where else?) has me reconsidering my scorn:
[Following a 5 minute rant about Ron Paul and how dyslexics are the only hope for America]
Gutter Punk: How could you vote to reelect Obama?!
Mission Kid: The world is a complicated place…
GP: Did you know he voted for indefinite detention?!?!
MK: Obama doesn't “vote.”
And then he stole my friend's margarita.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I came across this pile of rotting Cafe La Taza trash next to Mission Mini's earlier today. It smelled awful—I couldn't help but think someone should clean that filth up. So I snapped this photo and went about my morning.
About half an hour later, I walked past the same pile and three latinos from nearby businesses were standing around it.
“¿Quién crees que hizo esto?”
“¡Obama! ¡Obama!”
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Wendy MacNaughton spent some time documenting the good life at the 5th and 6th Street intersections of Mission Street for The Rumpus. The piece involves a hot mess of street portraiture, SRO history, and feral animals, but some important takeaways involves what you'll typically overhear:
And what you can see and smell:
The whole thing is worth a look, if only so you can ogle at every gritty detail in its full-size glory.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Hater Tuesday recently published this gem of a conversation overheard at Mission Street's Dark Room Theater:
Chola 1: Aye, so what is this shit, loca?
Chola 2: Psssh, like I told you it’s comedyyyyyyy.
Chola 1: Yeah, but like what is it?
Chola 2: It’s like freestyle rap… they just make shit up or whatevers. They just like vibe… and turn it into real funny shit mujer. Mira.
Chola 1 explodes with laughter. Then stops abruptly and turns to Chola 2
Chola 1: Yoooooooooooooooo, I love comedy raps. Do you have any more on that 40? Let me see it.
Aaannnnddddd be sure to read on for Lydia's thoughts on Kreayashawn…
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
I'm not big into blogging the whole 'overheard' thing, but this particular gem I heard during my late night bar travels this past weekend is worth noting:
I’ve come up with the next viral internet meme. So you know how terrible and unexpected things happen in your life like your friend dying in a fire or in a violent car crash? Well, they inevitably send someone their last text message. So why not get that text tattooed on the back of your neck?
The guy went on to talk about starting a blog of all the tattoos, leading to a book deal and some sort of regular income. Best of luck!