Dregs One, Part 1 (S7E18)

Dregs One is a lot of things, including a podcast host.

In this episode, meet and get to know this prolific AF graffiti writer, hip-hop artist, and Bay historian. Dregs starts us off with the story of his parents.

His paternal grandmother was abandoned as a child. Her mother, a Black woman, was raped by a white doctor. She moved to Chicago, where she met Dregs' grandfather, who was from Jamaica and, as Dregs puts, was a player. He, too, left the family, abandoning his grandmother after his dad was born. She tried ways of getting help to raise her son (Dregs' dad, who was 13), but ended up dropping him at an orphanage.

Dregs' dad experienced racism in the Catholic orphanage in Chicago where he spent his teen years. Education helped him emerge from that darkness, though. He eventually became a police officer in Chicago, but left that job after experiencing more racism and rampant corruption.

After that, his dad went on a spiritual quest that landed him in San Francisco. His parents met in The City, in fact, but we need to share Dregs' mom story.

Her family was from Massachusetts. Her dad got into trouble when he was young, but managed to become a chemist. He helped develop the chemical process that went into Polaroid film, in fact. He later served in the Korean War before becoming an anti-war activist. He hosted the Boston Black Panthers in his home, in fact.

His mom mostly rejected her white culture, owing to many things, including alcoholism. She hung out with Black folks and listened to Black music. She'd be one of or the only white folks in these circles. She went on her own spiritual journey that also ended up here.

It was the Eighties in San Francisco when his parents met. Dregs is their only child, though he has some step-siblings through his dad. He says that despite his parents' turbulent relationship, they provided a nice environment for him to grow up in.

Because both parents worked, and because he was effectively an only child, Dregs spent a lot of time alone when he was young. His dad got a master's degree and started counseling AIDS patients in The Castro. His mom worked a pediatric intensive care nurse.

Though Dregs and I were both young at the time, we go on a sidebar to talk about how devastating the AIDS epidemic must've been.

Dregs was born in the late-Eighties and did most of his growing up in the Nineties and 2000s in the Lakeview. Make no mistake, he says—it was the hood. Although he lived on "the best block of the worst street," he saw a lot as a kid.

His mom often got him out of their neighborhood, boarding the nearby M train to go downtown or to Golden Gate Park. His dad wasn't around a lot, so Dregs spent a lot of time hanging out with his mom. They went to The Mission, Chinatown, The Sunset, all over, really.

Around fifth grade or so, when he started riding Muni solo, Dregs also got into comic books. He read a lot. He drew a lot. He played a little bit of sports, mostly pick-up basketball.

As a born-and-raised San Franciscan, Dregs rattles off the schools he went to—Jose Ortega, Lakeshore Elementary, A.P. Giannini, and Lincoln. But when Dregs got into some trouble in high school, he was taken out and put back in. It was a turbulent period. He eventually graduated from International Studies Academy (ISA) in Potrero Hill.

One of the adults' issues with young Dregs was his graffiti writing. For him, it was a natural extension of drawing. He remembered specific graffiti from roll-downs on Market Street he spotted when he was young. He says he was always attracted to the SF underworld. "It was everywhere you went."

Going back to those Muni trips around town with his mom, he'd look out the windows when they went through the tunnels and see all the graffiti, good art, stuff that he later learned that made SF graffiti well-regarded worldwide.

While at A.P. Giannini, a friend of his was a tagger. In ninth grade, Dregs broke his fingers and had a cast. One friend tagged his cast, and it dawned on Dregs—he, too, could have a tag.

After his first tagging adventure, Dregs ended up at his friend's house. The guy had two Technics turntables. He was in ninth grade, but his friend was already DJing. Among the music in his buddy's rotation was some local artists. "Whoa, this is San Francisco?" young Dregs asked. His mind was blown and his world was opening up.

Check back next week for Part 2 with Dregs One. And look for a bonus episode on the San Francisco Art Book Fair later this week.

We recorded this podcast in the Inner Richmond in June 2025.

Photography by Nate Oliveira