I was biking in the Inner Sunset on a Monday afternoon. I
stopped to send out a group text to some friends about how their
day was. One of them, Angela, texted me back, asking me to come to
Cow Hollow for a drink.
After biking for what felt like an hour. I got ready and was
dropped off at Nineteenth Avenue where I waited for the bus.
What followed was a night of making choices while somewhat drunk .
. .All to see a friend that calls me when she