My Ongoing Pain of the Academy of Art

Below is one of the reasons that I will eventually be forced out of my neighborhood by the ever-growing urban herpes known as the Academy of Art. As I’ve mentioned in previous articles, the Academy has quietly been taking over downtown San Francisco by buying up every building they can get their hands on. This was most definitely annoying, but it was once they bought old hotels and illegally converted them in to dorms (no repercussions for that by the way) that it pushed the pain envelop on co-neighboring with a student population.
And so we get to last night, which has been a long series of nights wherein the academy students have been really partying more for some reason, coming home pitched and insanely loud. It appears that one such group was screwing around at the intersection in front of my building and blocking the street. A taxi who was waiting to turn started honking at them, which then made one of the guys decide to come over an kick the side of the taxi, leaving a large dent. The taxi driver was rightly pissed about this, jumped out and started yelling at the guy which quickly descended in to a fist fight because this whole group of students were wickedly drunk and the taxi driver full of cab-rage. The friends of the idiot pulled the taxi driver back, although they should have let those who start fights, finish fights as I would have loved to see that wispy art student get beat to a pulp by the cabbie whom he decided to wrongly take on.
At this point some cops that were nearby either got called or heard the commotion and came to deal with it. All of the art students took off with some retreating to the dorms on this street and others going further, probably to paint out their angst of the situation while it was still fresh in the mind. One girl was left behind though because as they took off, she discovered she was so drunk that doing a face plant in to the window of a shop and then crumpling on the ground would be a much better idea than running. Obviously, the cops grabbed her and tried several times to keep her upright (really, who gets this piss drunk at midnight?!! 18 year-olds, that’s who) while she told them her story and tried to struggle out of her coat for some reason that was unknown to any sane person.
Eventually, the cops called her a black and white “cab” and I assume they hauled her off to jail due to slightly more than obvious public, as well as underage, intoxication. The cops took a report from the taxi driver and that was about it. Overall, I’d say the SFPD did a good job in handling the situation, which is a situation that used to never occur in my neighborhood just a few years ago. Sure, there was the occasional drunk goober going “Woooooo!!!” at three in the morning after the bars closed, but there wasn’t this air of living on a college campus without being asked if I would have liked the campus to come in to the neighborhood in the first place.
My Ongoing Pain of the Academy of Art