"Back on the scene, crispy and clean..."

"Back on the scene, crispy and clean..." is a lyric from "The Choice is Yours" by Black Sheep (90's hip hop group).

So I'm back... on the scene as it where. So what social commentary do I want to make? What interesting experience do I want to share? What do I want to gripe about, whine about, complain about, rant....

Having asked all that, now I'm wondering why I'm doing this blogging thing again!?

Well, I will share one experience:

I was out in the city this past Saturday at Club 6 on Sixth St. with some folks.

Sidenote: The movie RENT has a scene at Club Six, though, RENT takes place in NYC, NOT San Francisco. I remember a few years ago when the cast and crew where here in the city filming; I wanted to go to Club Six, so I could holla at Rosario Dawson!

So anyway, back to my story, this past Saturday... it's a little after 1am; the club is pretty packed. Some folks and I are in the basement portion of Club 6. The DJ is spinning 90's hip hop mixed in wit' some hyphy... people are getting their groove on and their drank on.

We notice a ruckus break out in the corner, the music stops, some lights come on. I notice people coughing, others shield their face by pulling collars up to their mouth/noses. Tear gas/pepper spray is in the air.

Making my way out, I walk by two semi-conscious bodies on the floor. I'm guessing dudes that were in the fight or innocent bystanders, don't really know. I go up the stairs and out the door to the night air of Sixth St.

In the middle of the street, stopping traffic are drunk dudes swinging at each other. A shirt is ripped then taken off. Bouncers are screaming "Get the FUCK outta here!" Women are screaming and trying to get bewteen the combatants. The cars waiting for the street to be cleared honk their horns. Then the sirens fill the air.

SOMA (South Of Market Area) Life...

Yeah. Some places, some people...it's like that, and that's the way it is.

Why don't I steer clear of those people and places? I don't because I ain't scared; I can handle myself in the ghetto. Now, although I understand this behavior, I do NOT condone it.

Yah see...I've had an ECCLECTIC upbringing: I am ghetto, I am proper, I am intellectual, I am empathic...

and maybe EMPATHY is what draws me to ALL people. I acknowledge apsects of myself in others. And I don't hide from myself.

Hmm...