I still don't see why being lost is an excuse for running someone over, though.
Better yet, don’t even venture close to that socialist enclave-—almost as bad as the progressive city of Oakland and Berkeley. I have found excuse after excuse, not to go to that urine-soaked hippyville island near the sea, and the relatives own a property in the Nobb Hill area @ California Avenue. When I was there last , this little puke of a girly-man was starring straight at my crotch; giggling and giving a flirtatious look while drooling; I shouted him down, but the public seemed more disturbed that I took exception to this freak’s come-on. If I were interested in a man, that piece of male excrement would not qualify; why do some gay people want to date the opposite sex, when the queen is more girl than boy in the first place. Or a woman dating a woman who could kick the ...t out of Mohammad Ali? Doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, other than some of them have disturbed personal identity conflicts.