Who says the Summer of Love ended in 1967? Maybe for all you squares it did. But not here in the Haight. You can gentrify to your heart';s content. The Haight will still be the bongo-smacking, wise-cracking, patchouli-smelling, psychoactive melting pot of freaks that it';s always been. (Not to mention home to the crappiest weed this side of Tijuana.) And no amount of trendy bars, fed-up yuppie residents, or at-risk youth centers will ever change that. I mean, just look at this. Even the dogs here have dreadlocks. Is that a nose ring, too? I';ll be damned. He';s really drinking the Kool Aid.
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