I first visited the Tenderloin in the late 90's, about a year after I got my driver's license.
It was late, about 11pm and I'd lost the highway a few blocks back. In the City of No Left Turns, I struggled to find my way.
I ended up in the Tenderloin and was immediately confronted by crackheads nodding out in the middle of the road, blank intersections with flashing red lights beseeching me to proceed cautiously.
I spotted a cab driver idling at a gas station and pulled in. I got out of my car, approached the cabbie and asked how to get back on the 101.
Cabbie leans out his window and says, "listen kid, first thing, don't ever tell anyone you're lost here..." before giving me directions.
Pretty sure it's junkies who nod out rather than crackheads.
H junkies nod out on the sidewalk or benches. Crack junkies nod out standing up in the street or the last place they took a piss.
Huh, I'll take your word for it because I hate crackheads.
Junkies are not so bad because they're so weak and feeble, but crackheads seem more like those scary fast zombies, only stupider. Like tweakers too... but those are uglier... maybe. Idunno. You know what?! Actually, I want to avoid ALL of those degenerates, what the fuck am I talking about?! I did physical labor today and discovered that I'm more out of shape than I realised, so, uh, yeah, that's my excuse.
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