I have lived in my Tenderloin Apartment for over 20 years. I have seen the neighborhood get "better"; get "worse"; "stay the same". The neighborhood is always "getting" something. I walk in zig zag lines. I inhale toileted concrete. I breathe the desolation. Where are the Starbucks? The Disneys? The Chases? I am not capable of throwing enough “warning” ice cubes. I can only call-in one incident at a time. I can never put up enough stickers. FUTILE. I welcome the gentrification. Let me repeat that, I welcome the gentrification. I open my arms wide and breathe in the anti-bacterialized oxygen oozing from salons I will Never be able to afford. I salute the Google busses traipsing through my 'hood on their way to Cyber-Work. I enjoy the latest fashions parading by, zig zagging; slip-sliding down Taylor Street. Because Hipsters are easier to predict than Crackheads. Let me repeat that, Because Hipsters are easier to predict than Crackheads. Because Chanel-Girls, like Ghetto-Whores pay me the same never-mind. Because sleek matte-encrusted zoom-racers wear out the pavement just like suburban pill- Popping porno-children looking for a little Zam. Because I live here, and am not just “passing through”. And perhaps, because I live in a rent-controlled dwelling And am removed from the housing crisis— But didn't Jimmy just sell his club on Turk and Taylor for enough cash to never have to worry About where his next drink comes from? And didn't Huckleberry Bikes just expand? And, yes 50 Mason's no more and sure, Viracocha's gone, but still... I welcome the gentrification. Let me repeat that, I welcome the gentrification. I wouldn't mind a Super Cuts on Taylor and Eddy. I wouldn’t mind slyly sliding by and observing the receptionist deal with dopers right outside Lying down as if the black pavement is Waikiki beach and they are surfers on break. I wouldn’t mind having a Noah's on Jones and Ellis only to have shit-flavored bagel wafts Emanating forth instead of the clichéd savory garlic-money flavor. Because I have dealt with this crap long enough. The cops? God bless them, they’ve tried. The Hipsters? Taxi drivers? Valets? Delivery People? Hotel Workers? Etc.? Etc.? Etc.!?— They’ve tried too. I've watched. Yeah, it would be nice to watch some gentrification sprout up in the 'Loin. Be nice to see what it would unearth.