GOOD OL' 24TH STREET...

On my stroll down 24th Street towards the BART station, the smell of what I can only guess is dog being cooked by the man with the wrickety old cart fills my nose. But wait, what's that man doing crouching down near my feet? Oh, just putting a fresh rock on his makeshift crack pipe. Luckily, just a few feet away, a woman is sharing the tales of the Bible with a homeless man who appears to be half listening. She has a small brown bag full of copies of "the good book".

Just another Saturday night in The Mission.