Some folks who are trying to do cool things in San Francisco are facing the threat of getting shut down, evicted, and possibly sent to jail. All this because some entitled trust fund kiddie can’t get her beauty sleep. They’ve tried being reasonable with her. They’ve given her ample notice before things happen in their space. They’ve done every hospitable, friendly and human thing possible to work things out with her, but she’s hellbent on fucking everyone over.
I have no way to help them and I’m feeling kind of helpless. All I know about her, besides the fact that she’s a neurotic sociopath, is that she’s a graphic designer. So like a message in a bottle thrown out to sea, I hope this finds its way to her. Maybe through the language of color, line and texture she’ll understand what a small, sad, person she really is.
Get tough or get over it. Jerk.
