Last night I dreamt I was on the shit-covered streets of San Francisco's Tenderloin and met some 70 year old white gay methhead. He lured me back to his piss-stinking apartment. His tiny bedroom was a mess of cobwebs and stacks of gay porn. He started rambling at me in Spanish, offered me meth from his "peace pipe", which he swore saves lives, and then tried to have sex with me
You are officialy a faggot
