After a sentimental conversation with Heather over dinner last night about how great it felt to make the move out here only 3 months ago, I was reminded again this morning about why I’m so glad to be in San Francisco and not Chicago.
I feel for you guys still out there..
From the Streetwars Blog:
Kman (2) rocked it like a successful Elmer Fudd…homeboy found the rabbit hole, ordered some firehose equpment from ACME and letfly with some liquid death, wettifying himself one Rabbit (0).
6:30am is way to freaking early for an assassin who’s been drinking all night. But knowing my target’s a chump, I gambled I could probably just walk up to him and jizz him in the face… no need for anything elaborate. I did a quick drive-by of my target’s apartment the night before. His car was parked right outside his front door so he’s probably home with his girlfriend. The plan of attack was to get him in the morning as he leaves for work. After a quick coffee run to clear my head…and a quick bj from the Shanequa on Mission to clear my “other” head, I made my way to Ed’s hood. He lives near a major intersection with bus stops at all four corners. It was going to be very easy to blend in with all the bus riders waiting at the stops. 8:00am, the girlfriend exits the apartment building. I walked by her to do a quick visual check. That’s her so he must be close behind right? WRONG. Should have guessed he was a lazy bastard. Mind you, I’m a manly man but standing outside in the early morning for this long was so cold, it was making my bait’n tackle retrack inwards. If this guy doesn’t come out soon, I was going to have to resort to plan B…Operation “JuicyLucy”. Don’t ask me what this is…you’ll know it when it hits you. So after standing at the corner bus stop, counting numerous buses passed me by AND mistaken twice for a drug dealer, my target finally strolled out of his hole. 9:30am. Fucking took him long enough. The guy didn’t even seem cautious… didn’t act like he expects to be shot today. Sucka-foo! Today was his unlucky day. Took a sip of my whiskey laced coffee and faced his direction so I could get a clear shot. He had about 20 feet to go before he reached the bus stop. The guy had no chance. As he leisurely strolled towards me, I griped my trusty pistola hidden inside my coat. A visual check confirmed it was the target. Out comes the weapon… JIZZED like a dirty crack-ho. Rabbit is DEAD.
I finally got smoked this morning. I was walking past my bus stop to grab a morning drink from the corner store. I was already bored with the game and had gotten real lax in my activities, hoping it would draw out my assassin and give me some excitement. I didn’t even bother to check or look out for anyone, and as I passed him and the bus stop, he pulled out a small pistol and hit me in the left shoulder 2 or 3 times. My first thought was, “wtf is this guy doing?” when he moved suddenly. Then the sound of the gun registered in my head. “But this is a bus stop! ahh the hell with it, I’m done, good job.” We chatted for a few. Apparently he found my friendster, then my flickr, then ‘s flickr, then her livejournal, then my livejournal, and then sat outside this morning for 2 hours waiting for me. He was able to identify and obviously me without needing to do the typical name call out most assassins have been using to confirm targets. I handed over my ID card and info on my target plus a few tips on things I had already found out about him. I’m officially out of the game and quite glad. Next time either I’ll be on a team or I won’t play. Solo play when you have a job and other activities going on is more tedious and annoying than it is fun. I’ll still be watching the streetwars blog for updates though.
I totally forgot to include this in my weekend recap, but it deserves its own post. Anyone that was over on Friday got to hear the loud noise coming from the basement. They’ve been redoing the foundation underneath my apartment for awhile, but this was a steady noise that was going on into the night, and was kind of annoying. The neighbors expressed frustration too, and ended up leaving my landlord, Wilson Properties, a message. We thought we’d just have to put up with it all weekend until the workers came back on Monday morning.
Sunday morning the noise suddenly stopped. Later I received a voice mail from my landlord, apologizing for the noise (a jackhammer fell over and turned on) and that I would be getting a partial refund on this month’s rent. He ended up personally driving over and dropping off a sizeable check for both me and my neighbors along with a verbal apology and a note thanking us for our understanding with all the construction.
I was totally impressed and once again reassured that I truly landed a nice place. 🙂 In the last month not only has the back garden been cleaned up, making my view 1000 times better, but they’re also taking the time to reinforce the foundation, as well as do their best to not disturb the current tenants. Are all landlords in San Francisco this cool?
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