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Of Course I thought it was all about me. The idea is one assumes it is all about one, and don't ask any questions. Not long after, I went shopping over east of Bayshore, in the warehouse district where I would shop at an Asian wholesale grocery restaurant and store outlet, where they let people without a business license shop; not for that kind of discount but cheaper than other places like Safeway. It was full of people selling all kinds of things, a regular carnival atmosphere. I thought it was for me. The logic is everyone knows who I am and these things had never happened before in my lifetime.
It was a week or two later that I started work. I worked for Anna at that time. She lived and had some property on Potrero Hill. She also had several places in Bernal Heights. So one evening I had to meet her at the job site, one of her apartments on Bessie Street in Bernal, a few blocks from where I lived. She wanted to show me what to do. When we came out - there were crowds of people and police and big dust-up of some kind. Of course I thought it was all about me.
At some point later in the year I was working outside on Bessie, one of Anna's
places across the street from the one formerly mentioned. She had two buildings there. I heard a big crowd down in the Mission. Sounded like some kind of march. It was getting louder and they were getting closer. The logic had something to do with a homeless Mexican guy that was living up on the hill and spray painting white crosses on the rocks up there; something we were not happy about.
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