I had a great time showing the local guitar stores to CS. We didn't get to Haight-Ashbury music, but that's a good excuse for him to come back. After dropping CS off at his hotel, I did some shopping then, remembering that my other bandmates were going to Taqueria Cancun when they split, I decided to get a burrito myself. It was almost 6 pm. Arriving in the taqueria, I see a friend from school eating at the seat by the front door. We greet each other. I order my burrito to go. While I'm waiting, in wanders this drunken guy asking customers for money. He just ambles by most but when he's leaving, he stops at my friend's table and starts... well, doin' that stuff drunk people do. If there's an immutable universal truth it's this: old drunken guys love to hit on unaccompanied women. My order number gets called up. I pick up my order and on the way out. I, approach the drunk, give him some money and escort him out. My friend thanks me. Outside, the guy is speaking half Spanish, half English and half Gibberish (That math is correct, but the way), We're doin the fist-to -fist greeting, he's saying "I love you, man" and all that stupid stuff drunks do. Finally, he ambles away and another guy who heard me speak Spanish asked me where I'd learned, etc. Fair question, since I am, but don't look like the stereotypical hispanic. I told him I was from Brazil, etc, when we heard something that sounded like "move along" come out of something that seemed to be some kind of loudspeaker. In the middle of the street was a police car, the cop looking in our general direction, or so I thought. I looked to the left, nothing. The right, nothing. I looked at the cop incredulously, gesturing "Me?" I must have had the right (or wrong) reaction, because he took off pretty quickly. I went back into the taqueria and told my friends what happenned. They appreciated the irony. I don't want this to be a cop bashing thread. I just want to put the story out there. Thanks for reading, you who made it this far.