I’ve had my first official run in with the good ol’ San Francisco Police Department (SFPD) while I was out last night. I’ll tell you what, I’m pretty sure he was hella bored and looking for someone to bother because he stopped me while I was walking across the street with time on the meter to cross. My friend and I were heading across the street to grab some pizza while crossing I noticed the cop rolling up slow. ‘FUCK’, I thought. I’m crossing anyways, as long as I have time on the meter and know I can make it across with the time allotted I should be able to cross without concern. So, we start crossing the cop came real slow, my friend sped around the cop car to cross to the other side of the street. DAMN! The cop rolled up next to me. ‘You know you’re not supposed to cross, right?’, he says to me. ‘Why not? I have time on the meter to cross’ I replied back. ‘I don’t care if you have time on the meter, once that red hand comes up, you can’t cross.’ HUH! ‘Okay, I didn’t know that, I thought as long as I had time I’m good to go?’ He responds back with ‘NO!’ Son of a bitch I think to myself. ‘Okay, so, now I have no more time to cross what should I do? Go or stay here in the middle of the street?’ I ask him. He then tells me that I can finish crossing the street, after holding me in the middle of the street talking to me from inside of his police cruiser. I tell him, ‘Hey, I didn’t know that I couldn’t do that, I’m from Miami’ and with that, I finish crossing the street; almost getting run over in the process. HAH! That was some BS!