San Francisco

I’m pretty sure there is some sort of “fakery” in our neighborhood. If you’ve ever watched Weeds, you know what I’m talking about. Instead of a fake bakery though, it’s a coffee shop. A Jamaican coffee making, Bob Marley CD selling, drug dealing coffee shop. Well I think it’s a coffee shop. They have coffee packages and Jamaican music albums in the window. The place so bizarre I’m afraid to go inside. There are NEVER any customers. The only human I’ve seen inside is an older man that wears sunglasses indoors and stands at the window statue-still like he’s watching for something. I seriously thought he was a mannequin for a while because he stands in the exact same position RIGHT in the glass. It’s startling when you walk by. Our neighbors have already called the city to report the place because they’re also convinced something shady’s going down. I sure hope they reported this anonymously because drug dealers are not people you want to mess with. And there apartment number is only 1 digit different than ours. An easy mistake. So for now, we’re going to keep an eye on the place, and maybe get enough courage to go in there together and case the joint. To be continued…