Ch-ch-ch-changes

It is a bit ironic that just as my corner of the Mission seems to be the hub bub of murder suddenly, it is happening on the parallel track of it's further gentrification. Perhaps gang members and Hell's Angels members need their share of sushi and vintage chic shops too. Limon, the groovy nuevo Peruvian restaurant has moved a few blocks east. The Frank Chu homage 12 Galaxies has shuttered up, but Omer is still at it. I saw him at his usual perch on the steps of the Social Security Administraiton building at 22nd and Valencia tonight. When he disappears, I will know the 12 Galaxy theory is true and we are all doomed.