{"id":245,"date":"2013-03-05T22:08:41","date_gmt":"2013-03-05T22:08:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/?p=245"},"modified":"2013-03-05T22:29:43","modified_gmt":"2013-03-05T22:29:43","slug":"capp-street-conversations","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/?p=245","title":{"rendered":"A Conversation on Capp Street"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure style=\"width: 500px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/58189808@N03\/8050815501\/in\/set-72157631683678772\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8462\/8050815501_b1e5bc73c2.jpg\" width=\"500\" height=\"338\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Capp Street Houses (San Francisco, California)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>One particularly balmy summer&#8217;s night of 2012, I couldn&#8217;t get to sleep until I had all the windows wide open to allow a minuscule bit of breeze in. Unfortunately, what was a sleep aid earlier in the night came to facilitate my abrupt awakening later on.<\/p>\n<p>The sounds of a man&#8217;s voice shouting, a woman&#8217;s voice replying groggily, and a car engine idling rose directly into my ears via the open windows.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where are you going?&#8221; cried the man, over and over. &#8220;Where are you going?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>In my half-asleep state I imagined that I had already deciphered the entire situation: a woman was leaving a party and getting in her car, but she was too drunk so the host was coming out to stop her.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m just going home,&#8221; pleaded the woman. She sounded almost confused, almost intoxicated.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where is that? How are you getting there?&#8221; the man demanded.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m going to the 24th street BART station.&#8221; The man seemed content with this answer, and there was a moment of silence.<\/p>\n<p>He soon became suspicious of her explanation, however. &#8220;If you&#8217;re going to 24th and Mission, how come you&#8217;re on Capp street?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The woman didn&#8217;t reply.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Do you want to get arrested?&#8221; shouted the cop, from inside his cruiser, idling on Capp Street.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No sir&#8221; whimpered the prostitute, from atop the sidewalk, standing on Capp Street.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well start cooperating unless you want to get arrested.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m just trying to go home, I only need to get to the 24th street BART station.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Another pause.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;OK, fine.&#8221; the cop revved his engine, and tore off into the distance down Capp Street. Then there was a slow but steady sound of footsteps which eventually faded into silence, as did the cruiser.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One particularly balmy summer&#8217;s night of 2012, I couldn&#8217;t get to sleep until I had all the windows wide open to allow a minuscule bit of breeze in. Unfortunately, what was a sleep aid earlier in the night came to facilitate my abrupt awakening later on. The sounds of a man&#8217;s voice shouting, a woman&#8217;s &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/?p=245\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;A Conversation on Capp Street&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[70,83,72,129],"tags":[130,47,131,117,73,25],"class_list":["post-245","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-feminism","category-obervations","category-sexuality","category-stories","tag-capp-street","tag-mission","tag-mission-district","tag-police","tag-prostitution","tag-san-francisco"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=245"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":253,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions\/253"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.certainly-strange.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}