Haight Dog T-Shirt
Who says the Summer of Love ended in 1967? Maybe for all you squares it did. But not here in the Haight.
You can gentrify to your heart's content. The Haight will still be the bongo-smacking, wise-cracking, patchouli-smelling, psychoactive melting pot of freaks that it's always been. (Not to mention home to the crappiest weed this side of Tijuana.) And no amount of trendy bars, fed-up yuppie residents, or at-risk youth centers will ever change that.
I mean, just look at this. Even the dogs here have dreadlocks. Is that a nose ring, too? I'll be damned. He's really drinking the Kool Aid.
You can gentrify to your heart's content. The Haight will still be the bongo-smacking, wise-cracking, patchouli-smelling, psychoactive melting pot of freaks that it's always been. (Not to mention home to the crappiest weed this side of Tijuana.) And no amount of trendy bars, fed-up yuppie residents, or at-risk youth centers will ever change that.
I mean, just look at this. Even the dogs here have dreadlocks. Is that a nose ring, too? I'll be damned. He's really drinking the Kool Aid.
