SF – Last Call, San Francisco

This is why we can’t have nice things.

Because if they haven’t already been co-opted by yuppies, or run into the ground by hipsters, they will apparently end up being senselessly defaced into extinction by a bunch of disrespectful shitheads.

Take Clarion Alley for example:

Who the hell are you people, and what the fuck is your damn problem?

Normally, I’m not bothered at all by graffiti. In fact, I feel it’s a vital part of a city’s soul, and I celebrate it in all its forms, as I do with much of what is considered blight in this town.

But this is not OK.

Who the hell do you think you people are, that you feel it’s within your right to throw your toy-ass shit up on these murals? (Including my friend’s Matty’s memorial!) They’ve were here long before you. They were painted by local artists who had to fight for the right to do so, and organized as CAMP to ensure that Clarion Alley remains a beautiful and evolving art space for the public to enjoy for years to come.

Learn some fucking respect.

(And then go tag the shit out of Medjool! Those yuppie invaders got it comin’.)

Historically, San Francisco has always been enriched by the stories of the colorful characters who lived here, from the long ago legend of Emperor Norton, to the more contemporary eccentric, Frank Chu. I have known a few personally. They were weird. They were good people. Here are a couple links to their stories.