Last night I went out on my stoop with Irene and while we were there, I heard 4 or 5 gunshots. A few minutes later, sirens could be heard coming from everywhere. I didn't know where they were coming from, but I knew it was somewhere near. A few minutes later my roommate and his girlfriend left.
A couple minutes later, they called me and let me know it was around the corner at Haight and Stanyan, right at the entrance to the Golden Gate Park. They said they saw someone lying on the ground, an ambulence, and police everywhere.
My neighborhood is overrun with street punks, thugs, hippies, and the homeless who have hung around here since the sixties. The street punks intimidate the neighborhood and push everyone around. Last week, they stabbed a hippy in the neck after an argument insued over something.
I like my neighborhood, I like my neighbors. I don't like the way the homeless and street punks threaten and disturb everyone that is here. Mark at the coffee shop is working on doing something about it, something ideological--that's just the way he is. I don't have such opptomistic outlook. I wish the police would finally do something, they seem to be a bunch of corrupt bastards that don't care.Posted by marc at March 12, 2004 03:33 PM | TrackBack