re: #131 CuriousLurker

The Palestinian shop-keeper in the Tenderloin, where I lived for awhile— which is kind of too small to be a ghetto but is a really terrible neighborhood— was one of the nicest guys i ever met. So was the guy who ran the junk store down the street. There were plenty of cracked-out shitheads around, but there were also various South-East Asian families calmly walking through the chaos, because living there was cheap and they came from much worse and more dangerous places.

I am very glad I don’t live there anymore, and it was depressing, but the people that stick in my mind are Fouzi and Bill and the other cool guys, not the random parade of addicts and con-men.