San Francisco had just lost its mayor and one of its Supervisors due to a one-time Supervisor now in disgrace. It wasn’t pot or crystal meth or cocaine to blame but somehow, twinkies. Music was free and so was sex and there was a ready acceptance of drug use. Experimentation of our actions didn’t set us free but reminded us how far we had to go.
The boys played pool and drank till dawn and told humorous, painful stories and with all the horrible things people did to each other there was always running the table. We played pool and silently hid our pain and our concern for each other. And we would momentarily forget with the bad taste jokes and each other and pool, the endless pool game.
“SAN FRANCISCO — Luxury condominiums, organic ice cream stores, cafes that serve soy lattes and chocolate shops that offer samples from Ecuador and Madagascar are rapidly replacing 99-cent stores, bodegas and rent-controlled apartments in the Mission District, this city’s working-class Latino neighborhood.
As San Francisco has become the preferred bedroom community for Silicon Valley, the Mission, with its urban edginess, has become the hottest location. Close to the center of the city, it has historically been home to Mexican and Central American immigrants whose large families live in small apartments in narrow Victorians and older buildings. Taquerias, bakeries, bars and auto mechanic shops line the streets where Spanish is spoken. Like Chinatown, this distinctive neighborhood helps define San Francisco, but the gentrification — fueled by technology workers and the popularity of Airbnb — is faster and more drastic here than elsewhere.” https://www.nytimes.com/2015/05/23/us/high-rents-elbow-latinos-from-san-franciscos-mission-district.html