I love working in the Tendeloin.
Standing in front of the station this afternoon; watching the world go by...
The drunk guy in the break dancing pants trying to pick a fight with me and get a date with the flyer hanger. If he follows his usual routine; he'll be ringing the doorbell around two thirty, crying and wanting a ride to the hospital.
The suburban guy (who's wife must be out of town for the weekend) pulling up to the Tranny club next door with a "girl" sitting next to him buying a second round of crack. As he pulls off, I can read the D.A.R.E. bumpersticker.
The junkie trying not to nod off before she gets home.
The homeless guy in the back alley smoking really bad weed and stinking up the whole house.
All this with the cops parked across the street. They are busy bringing the one-legged guy in the back of the ambulance his prosthesis before thay haul him to the ER for who knows what...
Standing in front of the station this afternoon; watching the world go by...
The drunk guy in the break dancing pants trying to pick a fight with me and get a date with the flyer hanger. If he follows his usual routine; he'll be ringing the doorbell around two thirty, crying and wanting a ride to the hospital.
The suburban guy (who's wife must be out of town for the weekend) pulling up to the Tranny club next door with a "girl" sitting next to him buying a second round of crack. As he pulls off, I can read the D.A.R.E. bumpersticker.
The junkie trying not to nod off before she gets home.
The homeless guy in the back alley smoking really bad weed and stinking up the whole house.
All this with the cops parked across the street. They are busy bringing the one-legged guy in the back of the ambulance his prosthesis before thay haul him to the ER for who knows what...