bad juju

 I want to quit this area.  It wasn't great feeling with all the trash and permanently stuck homeless people but when I realized there is no way in or out except raw freeway?  Well that tears it. I can't go anywhere on a bike, I don't want to be here.  I don't like the feel of this place.  Is it the general attitude of despair or of stubborn resistance?  Is it that with all this enterprise they still can't seem to get away from here?  I dunno.  Maybe it's too many tarps and winter coming.  I follow my instinct and it screams "go anywhere else."  Plenty of nomads don't make the choice to squat in a homeless camp waiting for the inevitable eviction. My wheels turn, my engine runs, we will leave here.