Chapter 52San Francisco traffic is a nightmare most of the time, and it took almost forty-minutes to drive the five-point-eight miles to the Tenderloin…and of course, parking was impossible. Eric went up a few blocks and parked in the Hilton Hotel garage, then we walked back to Eddy and Taylor Streets. The Tenderloin has long been a den of iniquity, and like all places where homelessness, crime, drugs, prostitution, and every other squalid and unsavory condition you can think of exists, it attracts an eerie number of ghosts and demons…which also makes it a great place to go hunting. More often than not I went there to blow off steam. But of course, I was helping people too, and that always made me feel good.
Ida, Garrick, and I walked together. Eric and Sammy followed about half a block b
