Skin has gotten thicker but it burns the same

I have two weeks left in California. Exactly. With a day off today, I decided to head to San Francisco and meander around. At one point I find myself running errands in the Mission district, and realize there's an ice cream joint nearby that I had been meaning to go to since I arrived. I see this group of four teenage boys looking tough but nearly identical, 3 of them in extremely oversized white Ts, one in black. I start pondering their lack of individuality when I notice one of them is carrying a golf club. At the very instant that I think how strange this is, all of them scramble into the bus stop. Now mostly covered by the signs on the walls, all I can see is a 5th body laying on the ground cowering in the corner of the stop and arms raised and plunged down behind the sign. The boy with the golf club stays behind the others, lurching around but from time to time the head of the club is thrown into the air and forced to disappear with the arms. A man in front of me rushes to the stop where he hesitates and looks around, his shocked and terrified face echoing an understatement of my thoughts. Lasting all of 5 seconds, the four boys leap out of the bus stop, one yells in Spanish and then another screams, "Let's go" as they fly and leap and scramble down the street. Tears fill my eyes without spilling onto my cheeks and I realize my jaw has been stretched open in horror and my back is now against a store front my body seems to think will protect me. The body in the bus stop rolls around as the man makes sure he's ok and lifts his cell phone to his ear. Everyone else keeps walking.

It's time for me to get out of here.