When I first met Mr. Samuel Blackthorne, I had no idea who he was or that one day our companionship would result in somewhat of a celebrity status for Mr. Blackthorne and by association myself to an extent. Or that the scribblings in my diary would one day become published articles featuring the exploits of my friend and the goings-on at 420 Market Street. Still I could not help but notice from almost the instant I set eyes on him that he was a singular and highly unique individual.
The year was 1887, and I had just arrived in San Francisco after nearly a decade abroad. My first task upon stepping onto dry land was to find a room...