I'm all keyed up at this point and can't calm down. I decide I'm hungry and head to LA Posta for some food. WHile I'm ordering, a guy asks me if I'll buy him a taco. Having lived in DC, I've developed a pretty thick skin for that sort of thing, plus, I'm pretty much an asshole. Anyway, so he asks me to buy him a taco, and, for once, I say, "ok." Maybe M. has had some sort of positive influence on me, or maybe I was just hoping for some good karma with my bag. I dunno. Anyway, so I order him a chicken taco. He invites me to sit down with him and his friend. He seemed concerned that I was just messing with him. Maybe that happens. ANyway, I was still a little keyed up and jumpy, so I said no thanks, but stood there and talked with him while waiting for the food. The next person that orders is this tall dude with a shaved head and a tie. The homeless guy asks him for some spare change, and the guy says, "Can you find a bank? You need to find one, cause I'm not a bank." Homeless dude takes it well. Like I said, I don't usually give people money, but when I say no, I don't act like an asshole when I do it. Eventually, my food arrives and I give the guy his taco. I ask him his name, and he says, "Angel." I introduce myself,a nd he says, "I live in Presido Park, come see me, I'll set you up with all sorts of . . ." I think he said burritos, but that didn't make any sense. Anyway, it's been an eventful 90 mins. I'm pretty calm by now.
Now, I just hope they have my bag.
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