San 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, p**********n, 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 behind, kee
