Fuck this ghoul and every other Silicon Valley asshole clutching their pearls that their scam companies have made their city unlivable for anyone not making $300K a year.
Fuck this ghoul and every other Silicon Valley asshole clutching their pearls that their scam companies have made their city unlivable for anyone not making $300K a year.
Husband worked a basic customer service job on Market street in SF, regularly interacted with the local homeless. Eugene aka the Candy Man would steal boxes of Ferrero Rocher chocolates from Walgreens and resell them to people. He also called getting arrested winning the homeless lottery because you get a shower, new sweatpants, and by the time they let you go, your social security in your bank account has piled up. Although it's risky because then everyone knows you're flush with cash and you're more likely to get robbed.
There's a Grateful Dead song called Candyman. There's a line in it which is widely considered to be about the song's protagonist going to Memphis to kill a sheriff:
I come in from Memphis Where I learned to talk the jive When I get back to Memphis Be one less man alive Good mornin', Mr. Benson I see you're doing well If I had me a shotgun I'd blow you straight to hell
Kind of fun since the Dead is basically from San Francisco as well.