I’m heading inbound on Market, trying to prevent a Yellow cab in the right lane from getting the jump on me, when a guy flags me at the Seventh Street Muni island stop. He opens my front door, and I quickly grab my bag and stow it under my seat. He asks how much to Ocean Beach. I tell him around $20.
“Let’s do it,” he says.
I turn right on Sixth and start driving west.
His name is Hugh. He’s from Sydney, in San Francisco working on some project for a tech firm. Spent the past two weeks sequestered in an incubator in the Mission. This is the first time he’s been free to venture out and explore The City.
“So what have you been up to?” I ask.
“Well, I just lost $300 trying to buy weed.”
“Why’d you think you could buy pot around here?” I ask, more nonplussed than he seems to be. They only sell crack and heroin in mid-Market. Some pot dealers hang out by Jones Street, but they usually close up shop early.
Hugh shrugs. “I just wanted to celebrate turning in the first part of my project this morning.”
This week’s column is about buying drugs on the street in San Francisco… It’s not always easy…
Read it here.