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I'm feelin' a little shitty! Or worried, or, fuck. I don't know. I was headed back to the shop from a delivery around, what, 6? As I was cruising down Market from 7th and coming up on the intersection of Market, Hayes and Larkin, I found that the right turn onto Hayes and Larkin was entirely blocked off with police tape. Loitering about were a glut of motorcyle cops, a couple squad cars, and, in the middle of the mess, a lone orange cab. The driver and left passenger doors were slightly ajar, but nothing especially seemed amiss. I cruised past the scene, craning my neck like any good rubbernecker to get a better view, and noticed that there was no one in the cab and that there a was a spiderweb of cracked glass in the middle of the windshield, at head level on the driver's side. My first thought was someone had tossed a brick at the windshield, or the cab driver had slammed his head into the glass. The front of the car was undamaged, however, and spiderweb cracking didn't appear to be indicative of a forceful impact with a largish, heavy object. Peering closer, I saw that in the middle of the crack pattern was a tiny hole, about the size of a bullet.
I know a fair amount of crazy shit happens in San Francisco because I hear of it with relative frequency. I have never, however, witnessed an act of violence or the result of an act of violence in the three years I've lived here. I've never seen anyone mugged, car jacked, held up at gun point, shot, or even roughed up.
In trying to pretend that I didn't see what I saw, I tried to evade an unfortunate truth: fucked up things do happen to people, all over the place, at completely unpredictable times, they are usually the fault of other people, and they can just as easily happen to any of us as to the mystery driver of the mystery cab. What would make someone perpetrate such an abhorrent act of (presumed) violence eludes me. I'm super bummed and hoping I'm wrong and dwelling on car accidents and exploding subways trains.
Gross.
I know a fair amount of crazy shit happens in San Francisco because I hear of it with relative frequency. I have never, however, witnessed an act of violence or the result of an act of violence in the three years I've lived here. I've never seen anyone mugged, car jacked, held up at gun point, shot, or even roughed up.
In trying to pretend that I didn't see what I saw, I tried to evade an unfortunate truth: fucked up things do happen to people, all over the place, at completely unpredictable times, they are usually the fault of other people, and they can just as easily happen to any of us as to the mystery driver of the mystery cab. What would make someone perpetrate such an abhorrent act of (presumed) violence eludes me. I'm super bummed and hoping I'm wrong and dwelling on car accidents and exploding subways trains.
Gross.