My time in the Tenderloin ended unexpectedly last week due to a creepy roommate situation and failed attempts to resolve the issue with my landlord, who might as well be better off working as a circus clown than keeping his tenant’s safety a priority. And although I have strangely enjoyed residing in San Francisco's seediest neighborhood for the past five years, crack-heads, homeless people, prostitutes included, the time has come for me to move on to bigger and better things. Thanks to Paul, Esmo and Janelle, I have a temporary place to stay in the Richmond…far from the downtown hub bub I love, but a breath of fresh air to say the least.
These photos were taken by my overly enthusiastic dad and his iphone. He told me living here has been good "character building." I trust him.