Marc found a little present today:
A top-drawer junkie whore left me an extra special gift pack in our sidewalk planter on little Adair Street:
Looks like someone was all dolled up and ready to party every which way with harm reduction. They even rolled their own chemical free nicotine Buglers. Clearly this was left from the pimp’s special reserve ho because the shit was so good she forgot she even had anything.
I hear Longshot Magazine hid 12 of these all over the Mission and will be releasing clues on the hour on where to find them! (No, not really)
