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"SHOULD I BE WORRIED ABOUT HOW WELL I SEEM TO FIT IN HERE?" me to SOUL MATE yesterday at the manic frantic noisy abusively loud corner of 16th & Mission (La Mission) in frisco, it has devolved from Frisco to just plain 'frisco'

CONTEXT
we often say, only half joking, that if it weren't for funerals and doctors visits we'd never have any vacation at all. SIGH.
so since i had to see a specialist at STANFORD HOSP on weds why not spend a few nites in frisco and see some sights & attend some LABORFEST (see laborfest.net) events. seems harmless enuff right?

WRONG. visiting frisco for anything more than a daytrip is like being physically assaulted, like being savagely kneed in the groin then kicked in the brain from the sensory overload of kamikaze cabbies, pedestrians, ordinary rudeness, sharp elbows to the spleen and a potpourri of urban ugliness.whether both of us being ex- residents made it better or worse i'm not sure.
our last day in town, came early sunday and left late tuesday, SM had visited her old job haunt at the MUNI underground only to see a large crazed racist black woman knock over a blind white man...yeah right, that'll show em.i meanwhile was counting the number of HIV/AIDS counselor at the clinic near we had parked smoked...ALL OF THEM apparently.

CIGS, CELL PHONES AND i PODS seem to be the portable refuges of most of the residents, all of these being bad for you in one degree or another. did i mention that SM is violently allergic to cig smoke? BIG F*CKING WHOOP.

so anyway we were over an hour early for an event we thot started at six -thirty and SM went out in search for quieter environs while i sat at 16th& m watching the peeps and noting the changing demographics of LA M.fewer latinos, more whites,entire white families and surprisingly even many young asians(mostly chinese with anglo mates).

OMFG are those actually tourists, with cameras...what da hell? and young single attractive white girls in skin tight pants wander by without a wolf whistle,cat call or rude gestures. my my how things have changed.

so there i sit to find that the WAVE OF GENTRIFICATION which swept thru THE CASTRO in the 70s had reached all the way to CAPP ST. (no, not named after AL CAPP the LIL ABNER cartoonist) which has been for many decades the bottom of the barrel whore wise.beneath of International Flava of thai noodles houses next to papuseris are the usual homeless, drunks and crazies adrift in whatever delusions cross their minds at the moment. so i am enjoying the human flotsam for a good while when SM comes back to report on the futility of trying to find peace and quiet anywhere within reasonable walking distance.

i had been enjoying myself in a below the radar 'lurker' way when this semi crazed looking black man, a lil younger than me but equally disheveled,came by and "recognized" me.
"I may look like this on the outside but inside i'm sharp as a needle.just like you."
I WAS SOOO BUSTED! imagine...

next
i eat all my vegetables...
how we got a parking ticket..with me in the car
the benefits of beer therapy...
how THE HAIGHT has been tarted up lately..
a new doc calls my health status INCONCLUSIVE and Complex.
the "blind juggler" upstairs
we visit Golden Gate Park and SM gets a headache
freezing in frisco & other horrors

MINISTRY OF MOPERY
namaste
mega
and we wander qaamong the rich & uber rich at the STANFORD SHOPPING CNETER