"Farewell, slightly gentrified, dirty-in-a-couple-parts neighborhood I fell in love with. Hello, sterile, impersonal, fully gentrified neighborhood of today," bemoans Hopper. "I'll never forget what a cool, character-having but still completely safe neighborhood this used to be back when I was growing up in the aughts (growing from age 24 to 28)."
"When I moved here, yeah, there was a Starbucks, but one time I saw a homeless dude asleep in it. (Was he on heroin? Who knows). And sure, there was a Jamba Juice and a Pinkberry and a Quiznos, but they were interspersed with weird, often-shuttered businesses that I never entered or understood, which really helped me continue believing that this was a cool, gritty, 'developing' neighborhood instead of some incredibly uncool 'developed' neighborhood."