The neighborhoods I frequent in order to make friends with God host hundreds of men and women who talk to themselves and yell at invisible antagonists. Their minds are mush from birth or from abuse or from profuse amounts of Seagrams, crack, heroin, or meth – or all of the above. The people there are …
She gave me a condom!
On Tuesdays I bring my guitar to a food distribution ministry that takes place at a church building in the Castro district in San Francisco. I sing worship songs (interspersed with Beatles and James Taylor tunes revamped with Jesus lyrics) on the sidewalk while the couple hundred people are waiting in line for groceries. On …
The TL at the end of the month…
Today in the Tenderloin the air felt thicker than usual. I think it was because it was the end of the month when people’s SSI checks were about to become available. For pretty much everyone in this depressed neighborhood, since their food had run out way before their money did, their stomachs growled with unusual …
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