Little known fact: Berkeley, California is terrorized by gangs of bicycle riding street urchins. It’s true. Funny, but true. Unfortunately these are hardly the lovable scamps that ran wild through the streets of Brooklyn circa 1915. They don’t play hookey, sneak into gambling halls, or run numbers for the mob.
They just steal iPods.
Jesse called me one night, said he was walking home after dark, minding his own business, when he was approached by three such rascals at the poorly lit intersection of Shattuck and Adeline.
Be sure and catch the startling conclusion in the next issue to find out if Jesse lives or dies!