The view from the Tenderloin
The view from the Tenderloin
It's been something of an ordeal, but I'm starting my third morning of hand-hauling my belongings, with the help of my old business partner. The plan for a vehicle fell through, oh well. So far, on my trips back and forth, I've logged twenty two miles, and lost ten pounds. I am amazed at what a tough old bastard I am. The new place is coming together, I slept there last night on my own bed. It's sweet. The view out the windows at night, looking north towards the financial district, is breath taking.
The homeless have been distilled down to their essence. Some of the sights I've seen are heart breaking. I can't even describe some of these poor wretches. My little buddy is refusing to deal with our new situation. I saw him yesterday, he was exhausted, looked miserable, and wanted to come up to the old apartment to sleep. I begged him to go to a shelter, he has to, he is out of options. Turning him away sends shock waves through my soul.
I left early to start doing runs, the sky was just getting light as I moved through the hood towards Hyde street. I stopped briefly and turned to look back, and saw the Hilton tower standing against the lit sky like a giant tombstone. Ours? Not yet I thought, not yet.
Please hold those dear to you close.
God save the Republic
