Pic via Google Maps, because I doubt anyone with a Flickr account has ever been to this part of town.

Christopher Forsley wrote into The Rumpus to tell the world what it's like living just off Mission Street at the edge of San Francisco and Daly City:

My next door neighbor, Johnny Mac, didn’t go to university. He went to The Tenderloin and brought back a whore and a forty. The forty is long gone, but I can hear the whore over there right now. The hoarder around the corner didn’t go to university either. The only place she ever goes is to the park to leave amphetamine-pumped fish for our feral cat colony. The rats have vanished, but the raccoons are eating the fish too and will tear your eyes out if you look at them wrong.

Whenever I see a raccoon, I look the other way where the Mickey Rourke-faced lady is usually looking at her reflection in a car window. She went to university but came out vain. The obese man who waddles around repeating, “Masturbation and Doritos,” also went to university, but he didn’t come out the same. He came out insane.

Read the entire tale over at The Rumpus.  Scroll down until you see a picture of a fish with a needle stuck in its back.