Damn, I Was Looking Forward to Doing Time.

So an update on my legal troubles. I apparently have to appear in Community Court on Mar 19th. The details are coming in the mail. At least it will get resolved sooner rather than later.

The best news: by virtue that I've agreed to appear at Community Court (and pending that I actually show), this matter will be settled and will not appear on my criminal record. Which also means I will continue to not have a criminal record.

While I may bluster that "I don't want to die without any scars," I'm pretty sure this is a good thing.

Anyways, if any of you are planning to serve as character witnesses for me, mark that date on your calendars. I'll have more updates soon.

My Burger, Myself

Jamo's bacon burger blog post brought some strong feelings out of me. First about bacon, then about cheese, then about being friends, then about Jesus. While I personally love a bacon burger (and bacon in general) I also love In-N-Out, and I don't really give a shit that they don't offer bacon. When Jamo said he hated In-N-Out I felt angry, for like a minute, because I felt that Jamo just said he hated me. Like, everyone else said I was cool, and then me and Jamo met at a party, and he was all "meh."

Me and In-N-Out are tight. Like super tight. Once my car broke down in the drive thru and the In-N-Out guys pushed me out of the way. When I used to work nights, I would stop by In-N-Out, and occasionally, get a hot Krispy Kreme while I waited. That’s right, I went through 2 drive thrus for a donut and a hamburger. Yes, it was worth the fat kid shame.

Back in the day, there was no In-N-Out in Daly City. I only got to have In-N-Out when I drove with my Dad to visit my sister in San Luis Obispo or went on the annual back to school shopping trip at Gilroy. The connection with In-N-Out and my family, or more importantly In-N-Out and new clothes, allows me to forgive their lack of bacon and makes me love their food even more.

I guess if I was Jamo, eating In-N-Out for the first time, by myself and in Daly City, I wouldn't like it that much either. However, I would ask Jamo to remember that place in Pittsburgh that all of his friends went to the day after an awesome party with a gnarly hangover. How dope was the food when you're in your pajamas and still drunk at noon? What did the bacon taste like? I bet pretty fucking sweet.

This is probably why I don't like Phat Philly's and think that Tastykakes are pretty crap. I didn't grow up eating it. However, I can get down on an animal style hamburger, with extra raw onions and be back in my sister's 323 Mazda driving on 101. Also it's 1997 and my mom's still alive. So fuck you, your cheesesteaks and your french fry sandwiches.

just kidding, bff 4L!

Choices on a Rainy Day Off Work

Zhi: (Looks contemplatively out the window, with a deathly serious voice) "I'm going to make something...Asian".

Carmina: (Laughs)

Federal Pound Me In The Ass Prison

So I had my day of reckoning today. And by reckoning, I meant I dressed up like a monkey, paid $15 for parking, only to find out I have to wait 4-6 weeks for the backlog of citations filed in the City of San Francisco to clear up enough for them to process my case.

I put on my Sunday best to go down to the Hall of Justice. Let me tell you, that place is exactly as menacing as it sounds. After being duped into paying a $15 flat fee to park (there was a cheaper lot down the street), I found myself in my rightful place, standing with the dregs of society. In retrospect, I should have just tried to go through the "Employees Only" metal detector line seeing as how I probably could have passed myself off as an assistant DA or something; my fellow criminals were dressed in what I can only describe as a cross between Monday morning indifference and general meth-addictedness. I'm fairly certain one young lady gave me the finger as I stood in line, several spots behind her. Then the nice, young, armed, court officer yelled at me to put my binder in through the x-ray machine. I may have pissed myself.

Anyways, after showing up to the Non-Traffic Citations office, they told me to go down to the D.A.'s office to find out what I would have to do. The D.A.'s office, obviously fearing my reprisals had I been sent to a jury trial, mandated that I go to Community Court. However, the backlog of all the citations in the system will have me waiting 4-6 weeks until I receive notice in the mail of when and where to appear to make my case. Anyone know any good non-extradition countries I can find myself in a month?

My total time at the Hall of Justice today? 5 minutes. At least the good news is I won't be going to Federal Pound-Me-in-the-Ass Prison. I found the language of my official citation, CA Penal Code 415.2, Disturbing the Peace. Anyone want to help me come up with an argument on why we did not "maliciously and willfully disturbs another person by loud and unreasonable noise."?

Mission Food Mission: 30th to Cesar Chavez

This is most of the prologue for my review of the eateries in China:

Mission Food Mission: 30th to Cesar Chavez

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