Bread City Basketball

October 18, 2008, 3:35 am
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Now I’m rocking white jeans,
now I’m drinking sparks,
now I’m getting brains in MLK park.
I used to shoot bricks like I was John Starks,
these days I shoot threes like I was John Starks.


July 20, 2007, 12:35 am
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This is a place where two buildings meet in San Francisco. It is filled with garbage and needles and broken glass. A prostitute used to work out of the far end, where the walls meet a third building. The place was so messed up that the city placed the narrowest fence in the world across the opening so that no one could get in. The top is covered with razor wire. There are only two explanations for how a basketball could have gotten in there. Either the city was in so much of a hurry that they just fenced it inside, or a bully stole it and threw it over the razor wire after school.

by Erica Kramer

the mystery of basketball alley