Monday after going to Bruno's lounge to drink cold gin and listen to Bachelor-pad music, Sergio decided that we needed to take Yang (pronounced with a short a) to see the Tenderloin. Yang is a new resident just in from Taipei, Taiwan and was studying a book called English As A Second Fucking Language. Sergio had been given the same tour by a documentary photographer from North Carolina driving in a BMW. Segio wanted to show us the technique he had learned for speaking to prostitutes.

Sergio enjoys driving so we had borrowed one of the Center's cars (a rusty 1974? Ford Fiesta - a cheesy car when it was new but now just ridiculous.) So a 40ish balding Mexican guy pulls up in a rusty compact car over twenty years old and not a single whore on any corner in the Tenderloin will even talk to him. The idea seemed to be, that even if he sold the car he would not have enough money. I insist that I give them a tour of the Castro on foot, where after several blocks Sergio says he is exhausted by all the men looking at him and all the men there are to look at. Yang, a little flipped out by the tour he is being given, says that he "want to go to fucking Chinatown where he can fucking read the fucking signs." It was vulgartive.