Life in the Tenderloin

So I was walking out of my building a while ago when I saw a woman pushing a grocery cart and collecting cans for the redemption value. I was drinking a bottle of water:

Adam: Do you want this?
Can collector: Sure.
A: Here you go.
C: Thanks. You want any weed?
A: Uh, no, I’m good. Thanks.

So I guess she’s diversified–if the bottom drops out of the weed market, she has the dependable returns of cans to fall back on. And vice versa.

Finally, two bits of fashion advice:

To the teenager who was walking down Golden Gate with what he thought was a swagger: You’re trying waaaaay too hard, and even if you weren’t, the SpongeBob SquarePants backpack would completely kill it.

To the guy who was selling drugs in plain view at 7th and Market: It may not be in your judicial interest to wear a T-shirt that has a giant marijuana leaf on it and says “Hecho en México – 100% Verde.”

2 Comments so far

  1. jeanette (unregistered) on March 13th, 2007 @ 9:49 am

    if i ever move out of the tenderloin, it won’t be b/c of the danger to my physical being…it’ll be b/c of transients playing kriss kross — totally krossed out! — at max volume outside my window at 3am.


    btw this comment had nothing to do w/ your post. i just wanted to complain in a public forum about my lack of sleep last night.

  2. cd (unregistered) on March 13th, 2007 @ 3:26 pm

    Ah the ‘loin how i miss it so.

    wait, no i don’t.

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