First they killed Halloween, now they killed election night!
Yesterday was election day in San Francisco. The Chronicle did their best the past couple of months to hold down turnout. But the net effect was that nobody was partying into the night here. I went down to the Mission around 11 to check out Chicken John’s “Loser’s Ball” at 12 Galaxies and it was breaking up when I got down there. But Chicken did announce he’s running for Supervisor next. Gavin had his party at the Ferry Building and it was cleanup time by the start of the 11 o’clock news.
Usually, election night is a big party all over the city, going late. My friend Carrie said the Guardian hosted a free beer election party at Doc’s Clocks where she works but it was 7-9 p.m. Christ, the polls don’t even close until 8.
It was almost as boring as Halloween was. I’m not liking where the city is headed. We’re becoming a bedroom community.
On the other hand, I ran into Slater, one of the crackheads who used to clean Noc Noc. He worked with his then wife, Crackhead Yvonne. My friend Kelley liked to call him Snoop because of his passing resemblance. Anyway, Slater is now selling Street Sheets instead of crack. We had this exchange: