
22nd and Mission.
Reader Jaye sent this in, saying, “Heartbreaking and heartwarming all at once….”
Click to enlarge, like if you want to make a LOL out of it or something.

Reader Vicky K. stumbled upon this grisly scene in Clarion Alley. She asks, “Who leaves a whole pig’s head in an alley?”
Update: “Mystery solved!” shouts LindyLula in the comments, “Fluffgirl at St. Stupid’s Day party Elbo Room. There was a pig head being bandied about.” Whatever that all means.
Previously:
Says Mr. Awesome:
Kinda hating the influx of “show/bar/club photographers” invading SF lately. Cant I get a fucking drink or watch a band or dance without some creepy douchebag taking a picture of me doing whatever every 3 seconds? (see: debaser)
Do any of these dudes actually get laid from doing this? Methinks not as much as I do from dancing/actually talking to girls.
Link. Well, do they?
SF Gate this morning reported that some neighborhood group and some city agency came to an agreement on how to deal with the Dolores Park playground situation, and the agreement was kind of a benchmark or something. (Link.)
More importantly, Dolores Park View this morning published this sketch of the new playground said agreement will produce. (Link.)
Lael, this blog’s resident playground enthusiast, says, “It doesn’t look that different. The slide looks fun though.”
Related:
One of the dudes arrested last night for allegedly marking up the Dolores Park bathroom building and an unnamed Mission storefront is also a budding author. An excerpt from Scott Cuilty‘s forthcoming book, The Oxnard Survival Manual:
“Give me a smoke, Shawn. I’m serious.”
“In a minute..”
“No, you fucking asshole.Now.”
“Calm down…Geez..give me minute…”
This had been going on for ten minutes. Mike was driving and Shawn was smoking. Mike was trying to get Shawn to give up a smoke, but Shawn, always the bunt of everyone’s jokes, was enjoying this momentary bit of power he had over Mike. “I’ll give you one when I’m ready. Not now.” Shawn inhaled slowly in front of Mike, straight taunting him. Mike wasn’t having it.
“Give me a fucking cigarette right now or I swear to God I will fucking crash this car.”
Read the rest for some high drama, an inspiring conclusion, and your new favorite sentence: “He looked as relieved as if he’d just taken the healthiest shit of his life.” Link.
Just got a hot tip on the case of Aaron Mayfield Sunshine’s mystery girl — a picture! That’s her in the yellow dress.
So who is she already?
Thanks, Meli! (Click picture to enlarge.)