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April 27, 2006
Flames in Castro (and not the men)
This has been a fucked up evening. After work I raced home planning on hanging out with a friend tonight. After booking plans on top of plans none of them called which left my evening open. I had wanted to go to dinner with Josh and his friend anyway, so I'm kind of glad none of the other plans panned out.
I raced home for food, laundry, shower (not necessarily in that order), talked to a friend from Rochester who is now considering moving here. I raced out the door to meet Josh under the flag and had a few minutes to spare so I grabbed coffee at Starbucks.
I came back to the corner to drink it. After sitting on the corner for about 10 minutes, waiting for Josh and using the instant messenger on my phone to chat with a few people, I heard the crash.
Not thinking too much was involved but curious to see, I looked down Castro. There, engulfed in a cloud of smoke were the flames of what I believed to be a car on fire.
I watched for a bit from afar as the flames continued and the bang of small explosions continued one right after another. It was bigger than I thought but wasn't prepared to get a closer look.
Josh showed up and we all went to dinner. We were originally going to eat at one of the restaurants that were participating with the Dining Out For Life benefit but they were all packed. We ate at Azteca which I never mind good burritos.
I separated from Josh and his friend and headed back to Castro hoping to learn more about what happened. I never expected it to be so bad. 6 cars burnt as well as two motorcycles. I'm still not sure what happened but I did learn how great one friend is.
Tonight my friend Sir Tony, was in his sister gear. He's a Sister of Perpetual Indulgence and a man with a huge heart. Tonight he was across the street at the cove when the accident happened. Dressed as Sister Gladys Pantseroff he pulled one guy out of the car. The guy had a pulse and he proceeded to administer CPR. They lost him. He truly is a sister and a wonderful person.
With that said it reminds me of my dad when I was about 13. I ran into a friend of mine who couldn't find his 4 year old cousin. My friend Allen had spent the night and we were driving him home.
As we went down the hill a crowd had gathered. We stopped to see what was happening the way small town people flock to the scene like a magnet to metal. They think they saw the 4 year old boy in the marsh in the woods. No one was brave enough to go look No one except my dad.
My dad jumped out of the car, ra into the woods, pulled the boy out, gave him CPR but it was too late. The boy was already dead. I guess those moments there keep me loving my dad for being the great guy he is. I may get pissed at him, I may not call all the time, and I may not show how much I respect him but knowing who he is and remembering how courageous he was keep me loving him all the more.
With that said I'm going for a cocktail.
Posted by Des at April 27, 2006 05:04 AM
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