7:30 AM and all is… well…

First of all, I should let everyone know that if you want a swanky Texas BBQ shirt there are still a few left — you can go to Allen's page and get one now. They're pretty cool, and there are even two styles. And hey, he has to sell the shirts to break even, so help him out if you can!

Anyway, on to my story.

So at about 7:30 AM this morning there's a knock on my door telling me to move the car. As soon as I do, they start dropping one ton concrete blocks. I call it “The Wall Of Spite” — there's absolutely no need for it other than to be bastards. It doesn't do anything but send a big “fuck you” to the owners of these five houses.

Anyway, I think we all know that this represents the final gentrification death of this community. The Bamboo has closed, the Duke of Connaught either just closed or is about to, and all the other old Queen West SoHo bars and restaurants are being chased out to make way for upscale yuppie eateries. The old residents are being chased west to make way for the townhomes with Jaguars.

I have to admit I thought it was really funny. They walled in my neighbor's car, and they actually had the gall to knock over my hippie neighbor's fence and wreck her garden (the parts that were not “legally” hers) and spray painted a fluorescent pink line across it and told her “no trespassing!”

Wow Shannon, that's really annoying! What is it, 1997 on Geocities? Retroweb is NOT cool!

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