2-24-09

The city feels dangerous tonight. Five people shot in the Tenderloin last night, one killed. The police chased a Mercedes at 110 miles per hour over the Bay Bridge and lost it somewhere in Oakland. Tonight in Rockridge I watched a woman chase a man who snatched her purse. He was fast, she was slow, no way she caught him. I walk through the city clutching my bag wishing I had my M-16, my M-249, my body armor and helmet, my squad rolling twelve deep in armored trucks. Shit, I’d rather be in Kosovo than this fucked up city on the edge of Pax Americana.

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