i walked up through haight street today and some wannabe :hippy: dopeseller tried to sell me 2 grams of mexican shit weed for 50 dollars. then i shot him in the face and drank his blood and we lived happily ever after, except for the hustler who died on the scene. he died happily ever after because being dead is better than living homeless on haight street in march when it's raining fucking constantly. amen.