SF Mem 2 and 3

Mem 2: First time coming out of 16th and mission station headed to the epicenter zone. This part of town is tore up. A decade later and the intersection looks the same, same old crackhead.

Mem 3: Was that the first time we went to the city? At night? Visiting Kris and Fernando in Hayes Valley, Rose st., before they tore down the freeway and there were still lots of hookers and the neighborhood wasn't quite ready for so-and-so's girlfriend's homegrown couteur. Fernando Marti, no matter how hard we deny/politic/protest/sustainable-developement-proselatize, seems like gentrification takes root wherevers we lay down our seedy little hats.