Woke up one mornin’
Had some skid mark on my porch
Empty bottle of Smirnoff
and some very happy flies
Capp St. Pooper
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Mission Mission 
um. eww.
I had a similar experience in the Haight: I walked out my door one morning to find a empty bottle of vodka and a trail of blood leading up to my door.
My new motto is “If you See A Pee Pee, you know you’re on Capp Street.”
Yeah, well, I was drunk when I said it.
THERE IS ALWAYS POOP ON CAPP.
Doesn’t matter what block you’re on. If you keep walking, eventually, there’ll be poo.
It is the bane of my perambulations.
capp street, really, so much to offer.
excellent reportage here, im being for real. i love the way you tied it all together with the text. reminds me of an ICE-T song.
btw, same principles apply in SOMA and The ELs.
Allan, where are you?
crapp st!
Even in Pac Heights man…poop and pigeon feed. The highbrows aren’t exempt.
Sounds like a Tom Waits song.
Shotwell St. is well-smeared, too. We’re so lucky to live in SF.