
This was literally right outside my apartment.
Just got home from work last evening. Turned on my computer and the television in my bedroom, and noticed a progressively louder mix of sirens and helicopters out the window. First I thought it was the tv. When i realized it wasn't I still didn't think what was happening was happening right outside my apartment door on 18th and Castro. But i couldn't be bothered, i was checking my emails, and then mom called. And i still couldn't be bothered after the front door slams open and frantic feet zip up the stairs and throught the apartment, then right back out again. Finally, after many minutes chatting with mum, and few stomach crunches, i head outside on the way to the gym. The step-brother in-law rings and we agree to meet on Market and Castro to check out what happened. I step outside and see this:

...and then i learn there's a dead body. Turns out my roommate ran into the apartment to grab our fire extinguisher and attempted to rescue the victim. He and the others were unsuccessful.
A wacked out driver slammed into another car which subsequently blew up, and the leaking gas dripped down the street, blowing up a number of other parked cars in a southward line. I can't believe more people weren't killed. And I can't believe i didn't hear the explosions! All I could think about was how often i'm just walking up and down that stretch of sidewalk. And how unlucky that bloke was, just on his way to the Castro Theater to take in a film in the SF International Film Festival. Surely he wasn't expecting to be blown up instead.
Anyway, pretty mellow night in the ol' Castro.
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