Incident at Fred Meyer/Lake City Way/Sun June 24/10:40 pm: "We should bomb your country," said a drunken white American male to an Asian American male employee, who refused to sell him beer because he was too intoxicated. When the angry white American stormed out of the store, he crossed paths with yet another Asian American male and said to him, "Get out of my way, gook." He then entered his car, a Toyota Corolla, yelled out more racist remarks about Asians, and drove to his apartment, where his son was sleeping and his wife was waiting for him--the man who was once the man of her dreams.

Incident on the #7 bus heading up to Capitol Hill/Downtown/Mon July 2/12:10 pm: A slightly overweight woman said to everyone on the bus, "What are all these pigs doing on the street? I'm not from Seattle. I just came in yesterday. Does anyone know what's up with all these pigs?"

A young, drowsy, skinny man sitting next to her responded, "I think it's for some event at the Convention Center. There are always more cops on the street when some convention is going on there."

The woman from out of town said, "I don't mean cops [stupid], I mean those decorated silver-and-red pigs on the sidewalk."

Incident in a House on 34th Ave S/Columbia City/ Thurs July 5/5 pm: "What justice does that serve?" said the hurt man with a goatee to the woman who had just dumped him. Moments before, he had grabbed her hand and demanded the return of the ring he had given her when she loved him so. She freed her hand from his hungry grip, pulled the damn ring off her index finger, and offered it to him. He slapped the ring out of her suspended hand, and then slapped her soft face with the back of his hard hand. The moment froze into ice, and then cracked when she ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Later, he called his ex-girlfriend's mother and apologized for slapping her daughter; he really did not mean to hit her; he really didn't want to make her cry.

Incident at the Fauntleroy Ferry Dock/Puget Sound/Sat July 7/10:25 am: The trouble began when a Seattle man, who was in a line inching toward a ferry, impetuously drove around a dawdling car and assumed the leading role. The man in the displaced car was from Bellevue. The Bellevue man informed the ferry authorities about the informal violation, but they didn't give a hoot; really, what difference did it all make? The ferry was not full, and the Bellevue man would arrive at Vashon Island at the same time as his nemesis. The Bellevue man bitterly paid the fee, entered the bulging belly of the ferry, and directly confronted the Seattle man. He gave the Seattle man a piece of his mind. The Seattle man simply grabbed a shovel from the rear of his car, and raised it in the manner of a muscular baseball batter. The Bellevue man retreated to his car and rolled up his window. The Seattle man approached the Bellevue man's car and hit it with the shovel. The Bellevue man called the cops. When the cops arrived, tempers had not cooled. The Seattle man was unapologetic, and the Bellevue man wanted nothing less than red-hot justice. Officer Hillis decided not to arrest the Seattle man, but told him it was "inappropriate to bring his shovel out of the car."

Incident at a Hospital/First Hill/Sat July 7/10:43 pm: A patient said to his doctor, "I'm referring to you a friend of mine who was raped in the Air Force. I just want to be your friend. I like doctors. Starting to get it? If you don't, read Better Than Sex by Hunter S. Thompson. Maybe when you read that, you'll figure out just who the fuck I am."

Incident on Bellevue Ave/Capitol Hill/Sun July 8/11:57 pm: An intoxicated man said to Officer Len Carver III, "I'll just go down to Boren and jump onto I-5, splat. I think that'll work."