What. The. Fuck, San Francisco.
I don’t know how the hell you did it, but i swear to god you’d better knock it off. I know, you probably think it’s pretty fucking funny to watch me suddenly realize I have NO idea where I am, and I’m sure you go to great effort to pull these little pranks, but seriously. These shape shifting shenanigans have got to stop. It seems like every time I turn around I’m further away from home.
On the corner of 18th and Valencia, next to what was once Leather Tongue Video, there USED to be an empty lot. Not anymore.
It sprang up in under a months time, while my back was turned. Prolific and ravenous, they attack and aggressively consume all I’ve known with the malignancy of stage three cancer. Helter skelter they feed unchecked til suddenly I’m lost in the familiar, a stranger in my homeland.
It’s messing with my mind. And it’s everywhere.
So in an effort to alleviate these feelings of displacement and alienation, I did a little counter intelligence. I will now share my findings with you.
If you notice, they’ve already gone and photo-shopped out The Retox Lounge. As if there was any question that a late night live music venue would be allowed to remain open so near the home owning elite when clearly an Ultra-Lounge or sushi bar would be such a better fit. Don’t believe me? Consider the fate of The Eagle Tavern. The famed gay rock and roll club and live venue is currently up for sale. What will become of it you ask?
Another one bites the dust.
SO fight back citizens of SF! Get loud! Get drunk! Take a dump inside Starbucks! Don’t smoke crack in the alley, smoke crack in the middle of the street!! Let make San Francisco a bad investment and a better place to drink, work and live before they make it impossible!