dave and i got mugged last night. happy fucking birthday. pepper-spray in my eyes. we're fine, they didn’t get anything, three fucking punks. they were kids, and they were really stupid. the dog was with us (he didn’t defend us at all, which is another source of disappointment) who attacks someone with a dog? it was really one guy showing off, and his buddies weren’t helping him. the one was reaching around dave to find a wallet and i jumped on him and tried to burn his bald head with my cigarette. i don’t even know why i did it, it was probably pretty stupid. i think i did it because i had a sense they were not "serious." i hope i wouldn’t do something like that if they were. the good part: they ran off and we called the cops, who came by five minutes later to take us to id the little punk as they had him handcuffed around the corner. that was so satisfying and relieving to watch the person who did that to you totally helpless only minutes later. go san francisco pd!