Super Bowl

On a street where no buses burn: Where to hide from the Super Bowl


It was my fault for working on my laptop behind the plate glass window of a 24th Street cafe when the Niners won... whatever game that was, last Sunday. But it is entirely your fault for spitting at my face through the plate glass window, you sad little hag of a Mission District twenty-something (sup George, remember when I interviewed you about your art a few years ago?) after screaming "DIE YUPPIES" or whatever in the door of said cafe. Read more »