The Song of San Francisco

The bullet entered his right temple before the chorus of the song, his brains blown all over the street before he was even able to process the familiar melody he once loved. No time to enjoy one of his favorite anthems, the bullet entering the left side of his temple almost exactly as the lyrics started. "Baby, I'm going to change your world...." the singer started off. The driver shook his head and turned the volume up. *** He inhaled deeply, handed me the pipe, and blew out a great cloud of poisons and toxin. It was my turn, I had become a little human shaped factory, puffing pollutants into the air, from inside my lungs, This methamphetamine was extremely chemically rich and full of poison chemicals, never meant to be smoked by a human being. We heard the gunshots outside our tenderloin SRO room that cost us about 800 bucks a month for a little coffin of a place with a tiny bed. We smoked to male sure we didn't sleep. And to provide our own increasingly paranoid thoughts, a new terrible urgency to be spoken with. A machine gun spattering of words that would flow in an endless barage of non-sequiters and misguided beliefs about the present days of chaotic news. Ultimately, it would be a report