San Francisco is such a crazy place.  Since JJ and I moved into the city, we have gotten to know the inner-workings of Mission / Market street pretty well.  This city is just so unique, so many odd people.  I was walking around yesterday afternoon, mainly just bored, people watching and trying to get out of the house.  It’s just incredible to see how many people you see on the street are crazy.  Literally I was doing a count and you find over half the people you come across are nuts and unapproachable, either drugged out, homeless, have some sort of obvious mental disease or all of the above.  In some ways it will freak you out (ie.  JJ), but at the same time its really sad.

One thing that I find pretty interesting is how many different types of wackos you find on the street.  Probably most people think that these wackos are all homeless people, sleeping on the sidewalks, doing drugs out in public, committing crimes and whatnot.  What I quickly found out after living on Mission Street though is that most of the people are actually not homeless and a very small percentage of the crazies actually don’t have a bed to sleep in at night.  If you watch carefully around Mission and 6th street (and pretty much everywhere in the Mission / Market neighborhood, there are tons and tons of rundown hotels.  They are called hotels but actually they are where most of these people live.  I am not sure how they can afford to live in these long-term stay hotels (whether they are government subsidized or welfare funded) but they are everywhere.  Just on my block alone, between Mission & 6th and Mission & 7th, there are 5 of them, I counted.  It’s one of those things that you don’t really think twice about if you are just walking around.  I just can’t imagine the quality of these places, they must really be bad.  What a terrible job it must be to be the bellman for one of these places….Workin in Palo Alto ain’t so bad….

Getting off the train now.  Check out my latest photos of SF, I saved the best: