Last night, while walking down Mission Street, we saw some guys throw a bottle at a passing BMW. The passenger of the BMW pulled out a gun and fired it at the bottle throwers. Unlike them, he missed. Fortunately. This happened about 50 feet away from me and my five friends. I can still hear the "POP!" and see the flash come out the end of the gun. My friends and I continued on to the bar in hurried silence for quite a ways before sighing a collective "holy shit!" Today, sitting in the park, it was hard to imagine that the reality we witnessed last night is just a few blocks from my seemingly secluded neighborhood. Welcome to the city. I hope my mom doesn't read this.