Really this review could apply to whole lengths of Central where cast extras from 28 Days Later have come in full makeup and character and decided to make a lifestyle out of being zombies. But the intersection of Central and San Mateo really takes the cake. This intersection is the crabs on Albuquerque’s poor genitalia. This interesection is the black eye on her otherwise pretty face. This intersection is the place Hank really should’ve taken Walter Jr. to scare him straight. This intersection is the place I’d most wish for a comet to come hurling downward, make impact, and leave only a crater as evidence. This intersection is simply a hotbed for debauchery of all sorts. Fights are a regular occurrence. So are pedestrian zombies jaywalking as you have the green light seemingly begging for you to mow them down. Ambulances and cop cars are here so regularly that you’d think the chiefs would try to save us taxpayer money by simply parking at the busstops at each corner rather than having to pull up every fifteen minutes. Oh, and pity the innocent pedestrian that makes the mistake of walking through here. If a drunk doesn’t stumble over you and vomit, he’ll probably size you up and ask you for change and then stalk you a few blocks after you’ve passed. To top it all off, this intersection is just a block and a half from Wal-Mart, the only other place on earth more deserving to be removed from Earth by the Death Star. Coincidentally, the crowd at this intersection loves Wal-Mart as much as they love this intersection. Help us Darth Vader, you’re our only hope.