OMG! UPDATE!
Dropped on November 7th, 2007 in San FranciscoThe Mission continues to be a cesspool of amazing things like: fixed gear orgies on CL, drunk people listening to Madonna at 4AM, web 2oh breeding grounds, hookers and needles. The only thing I haven’t seen in our new neighborhood are steaming piles of turds, which I am sure will eventually come. Lucky for me, I’ve already seen that at the Civic Center and Castro MUNI stops, otherwise known as public toilets.
In the past few months …
- I’ve seen a pimp running his block with Motorola walkie talkies. Next goal, crack the frequency and start screaming “HOE DOWN! HOE DOWN! SEND BACKUP!”
- I’ve seen a deal go down on the street for FAKE SOCIAL SECURITY CARDS. Mind you, drugs are prevalent but hawking Social Security cards in broad daylight is the shit. That is like the Maserati of street dealing in the Mission. Throw some d’s on it street hustler!
- I’ve heard “Haaaaaaaayyy!” turned around, got really scared, parked the car and immediately walked inside. I wasn’t feeling thick girls that night.
- I’ve learned that a local restaurant was busted for being a safehouse for drugs. Go figure. Good thing the taco truck scored higher than my favorite Thai restaurant during health inspections.
Despite the rampant progress of gentrification of the Mission and dot com trash gaining a foothold (myself included), the Mission still proves to be a never ending sensory explosion complete with the scent of bacon hotdogs cooking on the sidewalk. Fake Social Security cards … come on, I haven’t even seen that shit go down in the Loin. Just people hiding drugs in a plant at a bar, natch.






