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Bread Crumb Trail Eaten By Birds Of Prey

We're leaving for SF this afternoon so I probably won't be posting anything here until at least the 10th or 11th. If you're in the Bay Area and maybe wanna hang out for coffee/beer shoot some mail to goneaway at gmail dot com. I'm not sure how consistently I'll be able to check it but it's worth a shot in any case.

The strange part is that I haven't been back to the Bay Area since I moved six years ago at the height of the bubble when it seemed like the entire city was going to be gentrified out of existence at any given moment. Being the lightning rod for unfortunate circumstances that I am, I lived smack dab in the middle of the Mission district. Over the course of six or so years it was transformed from a neighborhood where families lived and neighbors knew each other into something else entirely where people came to spend money and hang out after most of the working families were pushed out. There is something uniquely disgusting and fascinating about being able to watch a neighborhood become cool and lapse into a self parodying amusement park version of its former self. There probably isn't much there that I'd be terribly interested in or drawn to these days. It seems apropos in a sense because I'm returning six years later as a tourist. I have no idea what to expect.

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