There is a little bit of Africa right outside my house. And, no, I don't mean the man who robbed me at gunpoint is back. Well, maybe. I was walking home Easter day and I witnessed a shootout. I froze and waited to see if it would get worse. Like waiting to see if an earthquake is going to stop or go on. I was on my way home from the annual Hunky Jesus contest in Dolores Park. There was a Jesus carrying a large wooded H. He got up on stage and threw candy to the crowd. He was Sweet Jesus H Christ! Then there was the black Jesus. He was MLKJ. The winner was not a Hunky Jesus but rather a Funky Jesus. He turned his big cross into a base guitar and rocked the crowd.
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