The Last Affordable Neighborhood for a Struggling Artist in San Francisco: The Tenderloin and Freida's Bad Trip
Freida is a Tenderlin fixture, an almost petite African-American woman with good hair she wears in a soft afro. She’s often seen strutting down the street in shorts or a baggy potato-sack dress drooling at the mouth and begging anyone, “Sir, sir...can you spare a dollar? Sir...Sir!” She gets louder when ignored. So just look her in the eye and tell her directly "No, I don't have a spare dollar," and keep moving as quick as possible because she's trying to keep pace.
When that tactic fails, Freida has been known to walk right into traffic and not move an inch until a motorist gets out of his or her car and gives her a dollar and several more. With all that money Freida is the happiest person on earth. Immediately, she heads down the street to find a drug dealer in an area of the TL that has become an open-air drug market. There are probably more dealers than users in just one half block of the Tenderloin, so she will definitely get high.
I have seen a few times though when Frieda could not get anyone to stop as she stood in the middle of traffic. What does Freida do? Freida lays down in the middle of one lane. Traffic comes to a halt until a desperate motorist finally exits his vehicle and drops Fredia enough money for dope. She is happy with so much money and gets up and leaves in a hurry and everyone can breathe again, as traffic starts up the hill, and no one died, and it's all over for that day ...