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B.A.M!! by Cthulhu Kitty

February 15th, 2007 3:35 PM

INSTRUCTIONS: Weird things happen in this city. To be fair, weird things happen in most cities, but there is something wonderfully eclectic about the odd occurrences in the SF area. These breaches in "reality" have been fondly dubbed B.A.Ms or Bay Area Moments and have been hypothesized to be a due in part to a nexus of energy lines that intersect directly under golden gate. The rest, I believe, we should blame on the 60s.

Have you ever been walking in Potrero Hill and all of a sudden for no apparent reason someone throws a hooker out of a moving car at you just as a knife fight breaks over a dispute involving rightful ownership of a house plant? B.A.M!!!

You are on campus in Berkeley when suddenly you realize you have mistakenly wandered directly into the middle of an a anti-fur rally with Abercrombie clad kids throwing fake blood on fake fur. To your left passes A chanting orange clad Buddhist processional in which everyone is inexplicably white, beyond which appears to be a S.C.A. meet where the black knight seems to be losing, and directly in front of you a homeless woman is performing a strip tease wile singing “Over There”. Luckily, a little old woman waddles by selling cookies; providing refreshments for the show......... B.A.M!!!


Document a B.A.M. of your own.

When I lived in Oakland (on Alcatraz Ave, just above a liquor store - not that that narrows it down a whole lot,) life was one big Bay Area moment, from the moment I moved in. Although I lived on the second floor and had my doors locked, I failed to lock a window the first day I moved in. I took a bike ride down the street to enjoy the sunset, and when I came back, my apartment had been robbed. I lived there for three years and was only robbed the one time, so I kinda figure it was just sort of a welcome to the neighborhood initiation ritual.

After I got a job, I used to go out to the corner bus stop every morning and chat with the local drug dealer for a few minutes before the bus arrived. He seemed like a nice guy apart from his career decision.

I really miss the Bay Area.

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