Revolt, drag, drugs, and true love: all will be revealed in this week’s Urbane Studies.
The people of Hyde & Eddy are very chatty, mostly because you’re over the age of ten and buying a dollar’s worth of ninjas. Read more over at SFist.
Beautiful soup. Soup of the evening. Soup of the Tenderloin.
Even love’s an irony these days.
3/10/12
Watch your back, Gray Panthers. Maybe take some ibuprofen.
As befits the Tenderloin, this Yellow Brick Road terminates at Market Street Cinema.
A note from the seasonally affected.
Predictions of 2012!
All San Francisco residents having knowledge of the city for more than ten (10) years will be required by law to provide support for at least one tourist in a calendar year period. Assistance can include (but is not limited to): directions/map reading, aid in finding “famous” areas, restaurant suggestions outside of Chinatown, historical edification, and guidance on what not to wear as to be an easy mark in the Tenderloin.
The Tenderloin just got 100% more cracked out
thanks to Phil’z. No complaints here.
True story: my grandmother threw out my dad’s comic books. And not unlike this tableaux, everything else. And then he moved to Oakland and after a little while met my mom and that was, as they say, that.
Tenderloin trees bear strange fruit; carpet insulation in the leaves and trash at the root.
The Tenderloin’s new motto: things are always looking up!
Look, a rainbow. Also, some pizza.
Well doesn’t that just tear it? Throw out your soul albums and give up golf, because there is no such thing as a post-racial world.
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