My buddy Jim is visiting the Mission from NYC this week to record some drums on an album our pal is producing, and it only took one night for him to get personally acquainted with our unique denizens. What follows is a paraphrased account of what went down early Wednesday morning:
After leaving your place we [meaning Jim and our other friend Morgan] were walking back to where we were staying on 15th and Mission, keeping an eye out for a liquor store that might still be open. As we were approaching the 16th and Mission intersection, some guy just kind of appears and starts yelling really loudly at the top of his lungs, just saying basic crazy shit. We tried to give him a wide berth, but he sort of approached us as we were passing.
In the blink of an eye, the guy reached out and seemed to sucker punch me on the shoulder as he yelled, “Get the fuck out of my way!” It felt kind of weird and as I looked at my shoulder, I realized my shirt was torn and there was some blood. That’s when I noticed that the guy was holding a huge switch-blade. He then started swinging wildly at us, but we were able to dodge the blade and get some distance. The crazy guy, still yelling at the top of his lungs, then went to some of the other people chilling by the BART stop and started swinging his knife at them.
These guys didn’t seem to appreciate that, and one of them started swinging his cane at the knife-wielder. Another guy threw a trashcan at him, and pretty soon they had him on the ground and were kicking him. We were afraid they might kill the lunatic, so Morgan called the police who arrived swiftly and approached with weapons drawn. Luckily they were able to take control of the situation without shooting anyone, although one of the officer’s hands was slashed by the guy with the knife and was bleeding profusely.
Me? I consider myself highly lucky to have gotten away with just a scratch, and will probably be extra cautious about keeping my distance from crazy yelling dudes in the future. If that guy had been just a few inches taller, his initial hit would have been at my jugular instead of my shoulder. But seriously, motherfuckers in SF are waaaaaaaaaaaaaay crazier than folks in NYC!
Wow, we’re glad you’re okay, Jim! For future reference, that 16th and Mission corner is probably the last place you want to be at 2am. Be careful out there everyone!