151 be safe, everyone
Our musical not going up is a tiny part of SF's move from $10B in tourism last year to $3B this year.
Right now is a big change, but actually, our city has been through some tough times before.
This isn't the first time we've had to claim space.
Or watch a slow-motion disaster unfolding.
But we're still here.
Figuring it out.
New York is going through the same thing. Headlines about people leaving, about vacancies.
They say we're looking to get out to the exurbs.
But what is really creating all of the openings?
Oh.
This is some gangsta shit.
This is our post-master general, appointed by dear leader after donating a bunch of money to his campaign.
He's a logistics professional.
In fact, he still owns a competitor to the post office.
Let's ask a postal clerk.
Uh.
Oh.
Er.
Sounds about right. Seriously, people, the future is calling.
Despite the bleak outlook for tourism, I spent some time working on the show yesterday.
Floss.
Because like I said yesterday:
Fuck.
Be safe, everyone.
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