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I fucking, fucking hate Oakland. And I've tried so hard and wanted to love the city so bad. In the day, all the old buildings and the lake and the more basic feel of the place. So -- Guy bums a cigarette and stares and leans close and a moment later asks for a lighter and lights and wipes the lighter down and hands me the lighter in his shirt. I just thought it was weird behaviour but it's not obvious he was wiping fingerprints. We are followed for three blocks, and I am trying to get back to the lights of Broadway and we have to walk one more dark block and I am pushed up against the wall, he's muttering and looking down and I am saying "what, what," and he has his hand is pocket, gun maybe, and he reaches into my pockets, takes my cigarettes and my cellphone and turns me around and reaches into my bag and takes my camera and I demand it back and he does give it back and tells me not to call the police, (officer's badge number is 666), and Katie is just watching this, having told the two to 'fuck off,' and I shake a little and give up on something, feel really sad. God damn it. God damn it. First day of the year, we were on a celebratory adventure, Katie and I, with new magazines.