It’s 10:30 pm on Wednesday and in less than 12 hours I’ll be living on Maui. I’ve got my bags & board packed, all my stuff stored and ready for shipping, and the Red Queen is now two weeks away from doing the very same.
I just took a walk down the street to grab a bite to eat and as I walked through Polk Gulch and into the Tenderloin, I realized that San Francisco hasn’t changed all that much in the 10+ years I’ve lived here. Homeless people stare vacantly at me as I pass, crack whores offer to suck my dick for a five bucks, cops shuffle from one donut shop to the next as they desperately ignore the people who break the laws they swore to uphold. Nope, the city doesn’t change but the characters involved might. The city is eternal.
I needed to experience the sights and sounds of the city as it prepared bed down. I walked further than I had to just to breath the acrid mixture of urine and exhaust. It wasn’t the first time I took these flavors in but as I walked down Polk, I realized it might very well be the last.
$5 for a bj? That’s not a bad going rate for the Tenderloin these days.
I hear Maui bjs are at least $30!