The youth get wasted

Yesterday my old downstairs neighbor Lori stopped by and told my roommate Leslie all about the dirtly little things my old roommate Parker has been doing and has done.

Let me back up a little...

Leslie and I have been roommates since October of 2001. We've lived in three different apartments/flats durring this time. First in the Fillmore, second in the Mission (on South Van Ness), and currently in Noe Valley. In San Francisco, the neighborhood you live in says so much about the person that you are, or rather about how much money you have. Jessica I have lived with for almost 2 full years, but I have known her for 9 years. She moved into the flat on South Van Ness with Leslie and I after one of our previous roommates took off for NYC. She is currently living with Leslie and I in Noe Valley. Parker I lived with for a year and only knew her durring that time. She was a fun girl. Partied a lot but she's young so it didn't really seem like anything too unusual or out of hand.

Parker was a student at the Academy of Art, majoring in Photography. She takes a good picture. I modeled for her twice. She wasn't stupid by any means but she did make some really poor decisions down the line.

Leslie, Jessica and I moved out on June 1st. It is now only December 20th. It's only been six and a half months since we left. Apparently according to Lori the place became a drug den. Leslie and I had heard rumours earlier that heroin had made it's way into Parker's life, but I thought it was just rumours. Now we have someone that is completely out of the scene-kid loop informing us of all the horrors that really have been going on inside our old home.

Apparently there are used needles strewn about the stairwell, drug deals at all hours of the day and night being dropped out through the windows and graffiti now covers the inside walls of the building. Parker who used to be civilized and sweet yells obsceneties at Lori and both her and her daughter have been accosted. She finally couldn't take it anymore and called the landlord who basically said to call the cops as it was out of his hands, which is untrue. As a landlord you can evict drug dealers from your house. There's the crack-house law that could get him into a lot of trouble since he was informed about the goings on inside his property by another tenant. So Lori moved and tried to get her security deposit back but the landlord refused since her lease wasn't up, however she had to move for her daughter's sake as well as her own. Who wants to live in a building that is overrun with junkies? She couldn't find anyone to take over the lease because the building was so disgusting. Turns out the building is in a heavy commercial zone and shouldn't have been rented out to anyone in the first place that didn't already have a business license so the landlord is looking at some legal issues regardless now. Which is why Lori came to us, to see if we'd testify that we lived in the building without a business license which is how I found out all of the afformentioned.

Apparently Parker is in rehab, and this other girl Sasha moved back to Texas with her family and hopefully is in rehab or whatever. I don't know. There are still the two guys living there that still sell and do heroin or at least that's what I was told.

Parker is only 21. It's such a waste.