I know I bitch about the Mission, but my neighborhood offers opportunities you'd never find in the Marina. For example, my sweet roommate just went down to the coffee shop and got our morning fix of caffeine, returning and announcing, "Beth, you won't believe what I found outside!"
"No, that'd be normal." He responded. "Check this out."
Ladies and gentlemen, behold the glory of my sunny, ghetto, blood and hot sauce covered sidewalk: