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I’m reading Tales from the Tweak Side, seriously the worst book I’ve ever read (and I kind of hope it’s the worst book ever published, because if there is something worse than this, I’m scared to know).  That’s what I get for being so narcissistic as to buy a book that I found in a google search for “lower haight” and “horse shoe”.  This place that was so central to my life for so many years seems to have dropped out of the public consciousness almost entirely, even on the internet.  So I bought a used copy of some self-published book from 2006 in the hopes that people I knew would be in it, but all the characters (even, hilariously, the autobiographical narrator) are so crudely drawn and interchangeable (especially the chicks, don’t get me started on the chicks) that even if he was taking about someone I knew, I would never be able to tell.