The time I got mugged

I will always remember my first altercation with a black guy.

In the early 2000s, my best friend Sumana and I had just finished dinner in the Mission, San Francisco.

Mana was studying at UC Davis and used to visit me in Berkeley over the weekends. We would often drive to San Francisco for dinner. Just two Singaporeans out looking for some good grub.

The Mission felt a lot more raw back then, well before smartphones and social, well before Apps could save the world, well before, well, it became Zuck-town.

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