Yesterday I went on a great bike ride with Kurt up into the hills and then down south into East Oakland. A picturesque ride on windy roads past open fields and some extremely expensive housing. We ended up in Fruitvale and bought a bunch of meat and some tortillas from the back of some guys station wagon, only to be accosted later by an unbalanced, violent, threatening man.
All he apparently wanted was to share our food, and after two tacos, he took his bad self and walked off. Fonso, he called himself, in case that rings a bell for anyone.
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