That was it Bobby.
And there were these other few extremeists around that would inspire and encourage you too.
Plus hardly any touristas or people just looking for lighthearted entertainment would ever venture in to the zona because it had been abandoned by the cops, was overwhelmed with junky/dealer feeding frenzies in the middle of the street, and there was just this general harshness the beauty of which you kinda had to earn the right to revel in and savour. And the poetry was so whack, so raw, and so unselfconscious. Things were so aw-ful.