Results tagged “teens”

The kids at Northgate High School in Walnut Creek had a money-making scheme this past weekend. One that, for better or for worse, involved the school's water polo team wearing only regulation Speedos, standing on a street corner, and luring passersby.

Oh, the zany things that happen north of San Francisco. And by "zany," we mean "methy." Presumably. Take, for example, a naked man who "ran up and down Lemur Street in west Santa Rosa, breaking into homes Saturday night before being chased back into his own house by a group of teenagers wielding a baseball bat."

El Dorado Hills Steven Colver and Tylar Witt, suspected of murdering Tylar's mother, have been caught this morning. San Bruno police, according to KRON 4, captured the two at the Tanforan Mall. (Because no one would ever think to find teens at a mall.) On Monday, if you recall, deputies found Joanne Witt, 47, in her home in El Dorado Hills, which is 22 miles east of Sacramento. According to reports, Witt died after suffering "violent injuries." The abandoned car the teens used to evade police was found on the 500 block of O'Farrell Street last night.

Muni Diaries just came out with this appalling account via the Noe Valley Voice about Noe Valley resident R. La Rose's encounter with an abusive teen on the J Church on the morning of April 1st.

Yesterday it was revealed by SFPD that a 17-year-old boy, who was shot Friday in Hunters Point neighborhood, died at the hospital Sunday. This makes the 11th murder in San Francisco for 2009. N.A.W.M. Also, over in Hayward, a teenage girl was shot and killed last night. The incident happened at about 1:30 a.m. near the corner of 64th Avenue and MacArthur Boulevard. A suspect was arrested.

Theater seats were dampened by stunned teens over at the gay-hating Cinemark theater at the Westfield Mall in San Francisco on Sunday night. Why? Well, alleged virgins and heterosexuals the Jonas Brothers made a surprise appearance at a special screening of "Jonas Brothers: The 3D Experience." Peter Hartlaub has the scoop on the hysteria; Liam Mayclem bravely reported live from the scene.

The Slog, where we came across this jarring piece of performance art, likens the clip above in which six nubile tweens discover that David Archuleta did not win this year's American Idol to what might've have happened if Barack Obama had lost the election.

Anyone who's ridden Muni in the middle of a weekday is quite familiar with this scenario. As your bus pulls up to it's stop, you see a dozen or two school kids anxiously waiting to step up and embark Muni. You and your fellow passengers groan and brace yourselves for the ensuing chaos. (Mind you, we enjoy the company of kids but not groups of them in enclosed spaces.) Last Friday morning was our most recent encounter of this kind, and we were inspired to compile all of our of "gangs of kids" on Muni memories. Feel free to share your kid/Muni invasion experiences in the comments! Friday's ride played out like this: We were riding the 49 along Van Ness, when we were soon invaded by about ten to fifteen 10/11-year-olds. Although we were at the back of the double-bus with no vantage point of the stop, we had a bit of a warning about this invasion when the bus, in the process of pulling up to the stop, was met by the collective, high-pitched screams of several young girls. We were like, oh no, did one of them get run over? Luckily not—they were just excited about the novelty of riding Muni. And maybe the driver looked like Justin Timberlake or Usher? (We can't exactly remember what our driver looked like, but we think he probably looked more like Pat Morita. And by the way, who are the tweens loving these days, anyway?) About six of these said young girls decided to all congregate in the middle, bendy part of the bus, so that they could scream every time they lost their balance, while at the same time blocking the railings for passengers attempting to get past them. We're not sure which was worse—the prepubescents' ear-piercing screams or the ear-piercing yells of their teenaged chaperones behind us who were telling them to quit screaming. One of the "chaperones" also loudly said, "I'm sure these people didn't pay to hear you scream." And we thought to ourselves, "We didn't pay to hear you scream about their screaming either," but we all know it's more than likely futile to try to communicate with power-hungry teenagers on Muni. Luckily, we soon found ourselved getting off at City Hall to buy our Fast Pass with our first commuter check at Room 140. (Until we remembered that security checks your bags at City Hall, and we had two-days worth of dirty yoga clothes stuffed in ours. Yuck.) More kids invade Muni after the jump!