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Journey To The End Of The Night by maccabee Shelley
June 26th, 2006 10:48 PM
Around 6:30 i met up with the organizers and chasers.
initially i resisted the baguette, but after very little coaxing partook.
i got my (not really any) instructions and (completely useless) map and ski-daddled with most of the other chaser lest we be seen by players. Why did we move to market street? we moved again.
i went for food and beer and rolling papers.
time passed and the players started. i went to a piss-smelling alley and rolled up a "tree" in front of some stiff looking suit. now where the fuck is that hotel? yea yea...im used to hills. damn. mason is a big fucking hill. smoking does *not* help. but i think i might have left an impression on some players early on. without the intention of tagging anyone i rode through the safe zone to stir them up.
theres one! double team! sucks to your asmar!
i rode down to market and chased someone into a subway. forget about all those stairs...i let him go.
up up up up...start across? where am i? why are those people running? oh yea...that game!
this young woman fell down running up some stairs in her hipster boots while her boyfriend dove into honking traffic.
i dont think i asked if she was ok. she was nice and seemed to have drugs, so i decided not to tag her. we tried to get her friends to come over so we could...but they didn't trust us. actually they were running away, so i decided to let her go with the idea that we could get high at the beach later. she introduced herself ( i wish i remembered her name because they never got to the bonfire...probly killed by cars) which naturally ended in a handshake. ooops! tagged!
that was actually my only offical tag.
i think i was on geary when i ran into these guys.
i stopped into the pool hall to pee and drink more. but they didnt have shots and slamming a beer sounded like a really bad (good) idea. lucky for me a (very high scoring) player was nice enough to give a pull off her flask outside. I watched them leave and called Rubin Starset (whom i had never met in person) and after convincing him that i was certainly not a chaser planned on "meeting up" with him and his crew. i called some other chasers and told them where the high scoring player was going. then i got mean and decided to chase them down. i trapped one on the opposite side of a parked car while the other fled. i tried to talk her into giving me more booze. why doesnt anyone trust me?
at this point i decided to chase players that were riding the geary beach. i think i got to 28th ave before i figured out where i was. fuck. back to arguello. down to the park. rolled one up with some players. off to the beach. i wish ide stopped in on orion at the laundry mat but i was too beat from all the riding. i took pictures of some people at the beach.
i jumped on the cracker jacks
i ended up walking all the way to lower haight with a friend.
thanks sf0!
initially i resisted the baguette, but after very little coaxing partook.
i got my (not really any) instructions and (completely useless) map and ski-daddled with most of the other chaser lest we be seen by players. Why did we move to market street? we moved again.
i went for food and beer and rolling papers.
time passed and the players started. i went to a piss-smelling alley and rolled up a "tree" in front of some stiff looking suit. now where the fuck is that hotel? yea yea...im used to hills. damn. mason is a big fucking hill. smoking does *not* help. but i think i might have left an impression on some players early on. without the intention of tagging anyone i rode through the safe zone to stir them up.
theres one! double team! sucks to your asmar!
i rode down to market and chased someone into a subway. forget about all those stairs...i let him go.
up up up up...start across? where am i? why are those people running? oh yea...that game!
this young woman fell down running up some stairs in her hipster boots while her boyfriend dove into honking traffic.
i dont think i asked if she was ok. she was nice and seemed to have drugs, so i decided not to tag her. we tried to get her friends to come over so we could...but they didn't trust us. actually they were running away, so i decided to let her go with the idea that we could get high at the beach later. she introduced herself ( i wish i remembered her name because they never got to the bonfire...probly killed by cars) which naturally ended in a handshake. ooops! tagged!
that was actually my only offical tag.
i think i was on geary when i ran into these guys.
i stopped into the pool hall to pee and drink more. but they didnt have shots and slamming a beer sounded like a really bad (good) idea. lucky for me a (very high scoring) player was nice enough to give a pull off her flask outside. I watched them leave and called Rubin Starset (whom i had never met in person) and after convincing him that i was certainly not a chaser planned on "meeting up" with him and his crew. i called some other chasers and told them where the high scoring player was going. then i got mean and decided to chase them down. i trapped one on the opposite side of a parked car while the other fled. i tried to talk her into giving me more booze. why doesnt anyone trust me?
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at this point i decided to chase players that were riding the geary beach. i think i got to 28th ave before i figured out where i was. fuck. back to arguello. down to the park. rolled one up with some players. off to the beach. i wish ide stopped in on orion at the laundry mat but i was too beat from all the riding. i took pictures of some people at the beach.
i jumped on the cracker jacks
i ended up walking all the way to lower haight with a friend.
thanks sf0!
i STILL can't see a bicyclist without a near irrepressible urge to hide behind a parked car. there was something about your long tweed jacket and tendency to appear everywhere as if from nowhere that freaked me the fuck out. so much so that i had to rent and watch Return to Oz, to rid the image of you as a Wheeler from my head. well chased, sir!