Following up on my “Scary I” poem from yesterday, I quote a story from yesterday’s Los Angeles Times that should push those of us who remember the saga of Haight-Ashbury a bit closer to the edge.
From the Los Angeles Times
NOT A LOT OF LOVE IN THE HAIGHT
(Gutter punks roam where, 40 years ago, flower children protested the war in Vietnam.)
By John M. Glionna
Times Staff Writer
May 29, 2007
SAN FRANCISCO — From his second-floor apartment at the counterculture
crossing of Haight and Ashbury streets, Arthur Evans watches a new
generation of wayward youth invade his free-spirited neighborhood.
former flower child was among the legions of idealistic wanderers who
migrated here during the Vietnam War to “tune in, turn on and drop out.”
Evans, who has lived at the same address for 34 years, says he has
never seen anything like this crowd, who use his flower bed as a
bathroom and sell pot outside his window.
They’re known as
gutter punks, these homeless kids with dirty dreadlocks and nose rings,
lime-green mohawks and orange spray-painted faces, who panhandle with
cardboard signs that riff on their lifestyles. “Please Help Us Get
Un-Sober,” one reads. Another: “Please Give Us Weed, Beer or Money.”
aggressive, they block sidewalks as they strum guitars or bang on
bongos. Gangs of them skateboard down the middle of Haight Street. Some
throw used hypodermic needles into a nearby pond they call Hep-C Lake.
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