By the time I got into the Mission district, things had already been going for some time. On Mission Street, people were throwing bottles at a vacant cell phone store, busting out the windows. The crowd was massive and, for the most part, very intoxicated. Most were decked in Giants gear, and many appeared to be in their early to mid-20s.

I wasn’t sure what I had agreed to, but I would have followed Krish almost anywhere. He taught me that when a client leaves their cash in their car they probably don’t have any and that it’s more dangerous to steal from other hookers than it is to steal from johns. He taught me that intuition wasn’t something with which you were born, or could even develop, but that it was a symptom of getting yourself into stupid situations.

While covering the unrest in Ferguson following the death of Michael Brown, I was asked if I’d be willing to appear on radio or TV. Events were unfolding so quickly that media outlets were looking for anyone and everyone to go on camera and talk about what was happening there. I was happy to oblige, despite having never been interviewed by anyone other than small town radio hosts. Never did I think my agreement would mean an appearance on Fox, but that’s exactly what happened.