Ok here’s a message to Upper Haight party goers. When you’re done tying one on at Cha Cha Cha or any of the other local hoocheries please feel free to remember that just because you’re a tourist doesn’t mean people aren’t trying to SLEEP. Yeah, you’re having a great time. Wonderful for you but I don’t give a flying fuck! I don’t care that you’re going home to get laid and I don’t care how fat she is. I do care when you scream it at 2 in the FUCKING MORNING! I do care when people shoot up between their toes on my corner. I do care when people puke half their body weight on my doorstep. I do care when a junkie screams at his girlfriend about how she fucked up the heroin buy at 7am on a Saturday morning. Eclectic part of town my ass. This part of town is the Tijuana of the north.Or maybe San Francisco’s own version of Hollywood. At least the drugs there are kept to the hotel rooms and crack houses and Beverly Hills Mansions, not smoked and shot up in the middle of the road. I didn’t expect to open my windows in the middle of the day and get high from the second hand smoke. It’s like someone set a field of pot alight most days. There’s no way my parents are going to believe I’m straight when they smell my furniture, that has been infused with birthday goers joint smoke from my back window. Febreze only goes so far. You’d think with a Cop Shop a block away they’d be on the ball but noooooo. They tend to turn a blind eye most of the time. I would LOVE to ride in a squad for a weekend and see just what does go on out here that I’m not seeing because from what I can tell it’s not a whole hell of a lot. We had bad shit like this in Hollywood but it was controlled and people knew their place. People here are unpredictable which is a hell of a lot more frightening. Maybe the Mayor needs to focus a little bit on the more mundane aspects of city life instead of more groundbreaking things. Gay Marriage? Great, all for it. Walking down my street to the store and not stepping in a pile of shit from some junkie dropping trou on my block? All for it just a wee bit more.

Ya know when I think of the term “Brotherly Love” this passage comes to mind…

“And Cain talked with Abel his brother: and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.”

Oh yes, and to the city Taxi drivers. Stop signs are NOT optional. No matter what time of day or night it is. If you’re in that much of a hurry maybe tell your dispatcher to pass along the fares that do actually call and need a ride. And thanks to Joann I now have my own gaggle of taxi drivers that I’ve befriended and got cards from to get personal service at the wee hours. Even though this is the only city that I’ve ever had to deal with this kind of thing.

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1. The (City of Brotherly) Love Train
2. If you love someone, set them on fire.
3. Taxi Pickups
4. New Year’s Resolution
5. A new G5 or orthopedic shoes