get yourself an egg and beat it

walking down 24th st this morning to buy some garlic and eggs i was suddenly aware of the very gentrified crowd flowing up and down the street. sure there were two men having a loud drunk conversation sprawled out on the ground next to a shopping cart full of wet blankets. and the dressed up sunday latino families going into church. well, actually, there are all kinds of people, and garbage, on 24th street but today it seemed like the majority were semi-scruffy 20-30 year old hipsters, coffee cups in hand, dark framed glasses, cool bikes. many of them smiled at me as if they knew me. one man was wearing birkenstocks and a tie dye t-shirt, my lord!! and papa potrero's, that crime magnet eyesore we have lived with for 13 years, has been painted a golden kind of yellow and there is a piece of paper tacked on the door saying "coming soon, wok and go". a terrible name for a chinese restaurant, i guess.

i am free associating back to a middle school teacher who had a crazy handlebar mustache and would yell "heads will roll" when we were acting up. throughout 7th grade he had us draw map after map of africa, europe, and asia over the centuries, as different empires came and went.