The curtain fell swiftly on that last act, eh, Wattson…the one entitled: “Playing Homeless with the Pups.” For it lasted briefly, about two months before the SFPD swooped down on me and demanded I remove the tent. Along with Deek’s growing verbal abuse and threats that forced my hand to thrust him away. It was all shockingly abrupt, as if the entire Castro suddenly ganged up on me!