I want my mommy

I'm returning from yoga, and while walking up Leavenworth an older wild-haired man leans in towards me as he walks past and scarily intones something I can't quite understand. This is precisely what I live for so I slow down and listen. He gets louder as he walks down the street. "I want (unintelligible)!" "I want (unintelligible)!"

Then it becomes clear as he repeats down the street..."I want my mommy!! I want my mommy!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!"

DMV

Standing near the corner where the freeway used to exit to Hayes Valley, a tall, gay-sh black man is pontificating about his many attributes. I overhear "I'm not like like the others. At the DMV I make them take the picture twice."