I was walking down 9th Street today, and passed our old apartment. I caught the most delightful herbal scent in the breeze, which was a departure from the normal stench of urine I've grown to expect when walking through the South of Market area. I looked up and noticed that the little store-front shop, which had previously been a designer boutique for drag queens, has a new occupant: Hope Net. It's a pot - I mean, a medical marijuana club.


As you can see, our old apartment is still available.


Larger image here.

The sign reads "Helping Patients Find Hope Through the Compassionate Use Act." And I must admit, the establishment looks much more medicinal than "Mr. Nice Guy's Cannabis Dispensary," which is just a block up the street from our current domicile.