last junk shop till china
This garbage needs your help. Please bring it to the store so it can be sold and avoid the landfill.
The Pacific Ocean is gnawing away the bluffs of San Francisco’s western-most shore a mere 15 blocks away from the swinging doors of Mixed Nuts, the shop Jimbo and I are opening March 2nd.
There’re a few dim sum opportunities and a movie rental/photo copy combination place between here and there, and the non descript typewriter repair shop no one can believe is still in business.
3 story apartment buildings line the boulevard and just before the concrete beach wall is reached, the sodium lights of Safeway’s parking lot spill light towards the lifeless night of the ocean. But after us, you can’t stop in and buy a black light poster of Pegasus, or a small lot of embroidery floss, no matter how much money you have.
There’s something odd about choosing a place others would choose not to live. The foggy edge of town built on shifting sand dunes and skipped over by transit authority upgrades.
People these days need to shop to have human interaction, it’s the only crowd the police will tolerate. That is the only hope Mixed Nuts has out here in the Outer Richmond voting district.
Before the 1930′s this was all undeveloped dunes and referred to as the Outside Lands. There was no way to farm it, no reason to visit it, just a geographical two mile hurdle before you landed at the ocean.
To many, the Richmond continues to be a place to tolerate, an ugly blight of treeless same after same stucco front triple deckers that act as an apertif to the eyes, opening them wider and expectant to the beauty of the waves crashing over rocks at the edge of the continental shelf colloquially known as Ocean Beach.
Jimbo and I can’t give a fuck about all that. We gotta sell several thousands of dollars worth of garbage every month if this things gonna pan out.