Song of San Francisco PT2

that was our lives. We spoke until our jaws were sore and our eyes felt dry and red and our breath smelled rotten like the room we were sitting in. We heard the gunshots and assumed we were finally at war. Then the song played out, and we stood up and started to gather our things, looking for something. Everyone loved this song. It was clear the war was over and peace - in a split second, decidedly reigned upon the Tenderloin. We peered out the window and we saw a man leaning forward with half of his head all over the place in a car