“umm, yeah... on the corner of haight and masonic right now. we're bored. we just went shopping, so we're headed home.

if there's not mumbling enough for you, you picky bastard — alright.

umm, hmm, and umm some more...

there's a guy standing across the street on the corner asking for change, and i couldn't help but respond with "no, i'm sorry" instead of "no, you stupid moron, why did you tattoo your face so you couldn't get a fucking job?"

oh well.”