junkie nurse

Ahhh San Francisco. After a nice meal at Thep Phenom with John and Ned Kane (yes, THE Ned Kane) we walked toward JVJ's crib through the mission as John and I tried to convince Ned that SF was the place to be. Well, right as we were saying that a guy with a box full of "insulin" syringes reached his arm down into the public loo between the door and the wall and triggered the automatic release. The door opened and the guy disappeared for a good give minutes before I decided that peeing on a BART train would be more fun. Now I know I don't need a quarter to shoot up anymore.