Thanks Mission Mission for keeping a record of my existence – this way I don’t have to remember on my own and can reserve more brain cells as offerings to the beer gods.

PS mission mission doesn’t screen comments. the only reason a comment wouldn’t show up is if wordpress thinks it’s spam. having multiple links in a single comment might do it.

Me: You were interested enough to read my missed connection with the title “Did you beat me up Friday night?” thinking it WAS a romantic post? Interesting.

But yes, the old adage, “beer before liquor.” I have to admit, that was my one juvenile mistake. My only excuse is that I’m new to SF and I was so awestruck to be living in this city that my judgment was temporarily skewed, which led me to continuously imbibe until I ended up a jack ass. Go ahead, you can haze me like a freshman now.

Anyway, the whole point of my missed connection was to hopefully make right a possible squabble, or just have peace of mind knowing that I fell down the stairs to the BART and only hurt myself, no one else. Please rest assured that my behavior was the result of basic human error and I’m not wandering your streets waiting to menace you. I’m just a guy with a black eye trying to smile about it.

Me: It was lamb-with-raisins-in-a-coconut-sauce vomit. And there was mulch stuck to the puke stain on my tough guy sweater (btw, was Mr. Rogers tough?), so I know I puked in someone’s bushes or flowers, not the street or sidewalk where you have to step around it.

Me: I mean, what’s that all about. How does anyone get around living in SF without accidentally putting a sweater and/or hat on?

Me: Of course I left out a lot, because I don’t remember. That’s why they call it a blackout. And I’m not proud that I went beyond measure with the drinking and pulled a Hasselhoff (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82-FJyniP7A), but these things happen, even in the ever-so-innocent mission.

Me: Everyone knows that ninjas can bend time. I blacked out, otherwise known as time travel (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQL_0OejZNU), and woke with a black eye. Wouldn’t it make sense that a ninja did it?

Everyone knows that ninjas can bend time. I blacked out, otherwise known as time travel, and woke with a black eye. Wouldn’t it make sense that a ninja did it?

Maybe I kicked his ass because he says stupid shit like “Are you a ninja”?

Everyone knows that ninjas can bend time. I blacked out, otherwise known as time travel, and woke with a black eye. Wouldn’t it make sense that a ninja did it?

I think this guy is leaving out a lot. This has probably happened before. I witness this every Friday night in the Mission — some young dude wearing a striped sweater and a hat (probably corduroy or knit with that little half bill that tough guys think make them look sensitive) vomits in the street, gets in a fight, and acts like it’s OK to turn a great neighborhood into the Vegas Strip.

Of course I left out a lot, because I don’t remember. That’s why they call it a blackout. And I’m not proud that I went beyond measure with the drinking and pulled a Hasselhoff, but these things happen, even in the ever-so-innocent mission.

[I was wearing a white and gray striped sweater and had on a brown hat.]

I love when stereotypes come true.

I mean, what’s that all about. How does anyone get around living in SF without accidentally putting a sweater and/or hat on?

And now you’re that guy who ruins my great night in the Mission because I have to step around your massive pile of spicy-smelling vomit. Congratulations.

It was lamb-with-raisins-in-a-coconut-sauce vomit. And there was mulch stuck to the puke stain on my tough guy sweater (btw, was Mr. Rogers tough?), so I know I puked in someone’s bushes or flowers, not the street or sidewalk where you have to step around it.

I actually *did* believe, before opening the link, that it was romantic listing. So I’m a little sad about that. I do applaud him for trying to stay on an even keel with the help of some fart-inducing food — but beer before liquor!?

You were interested enough to read my missed connection with the title “Did you beat me up Friday night?” thinking it WAS a romantic post? Interesting.

But yes, the old adage, beer before liquor. I have to admit, that was my one juvenile mistake. My only excuse is that I’m new to SF and I was so awestruck to be living in this city that my judgement was temporarily skewed, which led me to continuously imbibe until I ended up a jack ass. Go ahead, you can haze me like a freshman now.

Anyway, the whole point of my missed connection was to hopefully make right a possible squabble, or just have peace of mind knowing that I fell down the stairs to the BART and only hurt myself, no one else. Please rest assured that my behavior was the result of basic human error and I’m not wandering your streets waiting to menace you. I’m just a guy with a black eye trying to smile about it.