Dolores Park, in addition to being San Francisco’s hippest spot to drink on a hill, is a gritty hopefully piss-soaked drunkard street poet, a punk rock crybaby, mostly retired freight train rider, an eco-anarchy-nihilist, dog mom, junkie, and harm reductionist. THEY swoon for long hair butches, cow boots, classic country and real emo.

PayPal Dolores at Mhewett92 at gmail.com.