August 8th, 2010 – A day I will never forget.

This is going to get dark, and a little/a lot sad. Two years ago, on August 8th, I went to a lovely dinner at Millennium in San Francisco with Gabrielle a fellow PPKer. Unfortunately, that same day is also the one I think about whenever there is a public shooting, because it was the day I experienced being surrounded by gunfire, and watched a women get hit. She died. I never mentioned it in my Millennium review, because I didn’t want such a lovely meal to be associated with something so terrible. Prairie Vegan was also never as personal a blog as this one has turned out to be, it just didn’t belong, and I wasn’t ready to even mention it. Regardless, I still remember every moment of that day in slow motion. Being on the corner of Mason Street and Geary Street and seeing her body on the ground, people running up the street shooting randomly and aimlessly. Chaos. People running, screaming, confused, and scared. I remember dropping to the ground, and hiding behind the newspaper boxes right on the street corner, before it seemed to collectively dawn on the three of us cowering behind them, that those plastic/thin metal boxes were probably not going to make a difference when it mattered. Even though we were comforted by hiding. Some of us slithered into the Jack and the Box while the manager tried to keep people calm, and called the police. I sent out a tweet (typical), and I remember the…

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