I’m living out of two suitcases while I try to find an apartment in the notorious real estate badlands of San Francisco, but I’m not alone in my transience. Two nights ago I lay awake as my hotel neighbour noisily fucked and then ejected a rent boy into the corridor, screaming at him to get out, you’re filth, you disgust me. The door slammed. The boy howled in anger. A minute or two later, the sound of a door opening: here’s your clothes. Now get the fuck out of here.