Cracky Tales...or the Crow Flies His Nest

I don't write very much about the boyfriend and don't plan to. However, I felt the need to use this story as an example of a phenomenon that happens to many people in San Francisco (myself included) - eventual disgust with your neighborhood. The Crow lives in the deep Tenderloin where it's not the safest place to be a tall, skinny white guy. Still, he's done pretty well there (and by that I mean his car has only been broken into once) and between us, it's not as dangerous of a neighborhood as people think. The crackheads and drug dealers get used to you and pretty much leave you alone but their presence is never forgotten or ignored and after awhile, the neighborhood actual grew on the Crow and I. We found diamonds in the rough like Hookers Sweet Treats, Italian Food by an Asian dude, and of course, where I met my funny drummer boy. He made a less than ideal situation work...for a time but slowly the bad started to outweigh the good and mid-conversation between us the other night he spouted out "oh, by the way I'm moving! Not sure where yet but I'm done with the TL". Being the awesome girlfriend that I am, I smiled and was encouraging even though he had no plan - I understood.

This is your brain on living in the Tenderloin for more than a year...any questions?

You get to a point in this city when you look around and realize where you physically lay your head sucks and that you can do better. I equate it to realizing you have a girlfriend who really let herself go or a boyfriend who does nothing but play video games (asshats)! So as we explore places where the Crow can begin again in this city (living together again is not an option...yet), we're also spending the month on a "Final Tour of the Tenderloin"- hitting all of our favorite spots, saying bye to our favorite crackheads (I'll miss you Cracky McCrackerson!) and playing our favorite game: Hooker, Ho or Guy (referencing the "prostitutes" on Larkin Street).

Hmmmm....I'm stumped

As someone who was too recently on the other side of an apartment hunt - I don't envy him in the least. It has been sad packing up the Crow's Nest (very rare to have your OWN studio apartment in this city...even in the ghetto) but everything's gotta change and I'm proud of my guy for embracing this so much. Still, I think he'll always look fondly over his time in the ghetto and it still didn't stop me from getting him one of these for Festivus.

Cuz you know, you still gotta represent!