Yeah man, bombing shit around here is real different... it's similar to skating trough the French Quarter, since you can weave around people and cars and shit, except the roads here are way better and they're steep as all fuck. I had some really good sketchy moments, including almost getting hit by a taxi... luckily homie hit his brake (but fuck him, I had the right of way).
Oh yeah, I found a little dive bar in the Tenderloin (O'Harrington's) that just reminds me of home... super laxed, with lots of transients coming in and out rambling bout random shit. The dude running the bar even let us all smoke inside since it was a slow night and because we were tipping him properly... hell, the first time I tipped him he was almost overly-thankful, as if nobody dropped a buck-for-a-beer on him before.
Anyway, really good vibe out here... I've been here before, but I didn't have the free time to kill like I do right now... which reminds me, I gotta jet to that park in about 30 minutes.
Oh yeah last thing: Tenderloin District doesn't ave a fraction of the gnar that I kept hearing it would (the doorman at my hotel was lke "OMG be careful, it's daaaaaangerous!" But it's mostly bums, hustlers, and the occasional homeless person with mental illness. By that, I mean people that really need to be taken care of by mental health pros. That one thing is probably the worst in my book... I mean, I have some sympathy for the garden variety junkie/tweaker, but the mentally sick ones really bum me... a lot of those cats are straight up helpless. I sat and watched a dude fight an empty Starbucks cup... I mean, he was giving it a straight up ghetto-stomping. Funny at first, but pretty sobering at the same time.