The Streets Of San Francisco
Was mongering Tuesday evening, in the teens. Pickings were slim, there were mostly unattractive options available. I was about to quit and go home when I saw my old pal Veronica. It looked like she had put on some much-needed weight (she was scary-skinny last time I saw her) and her complexion was in good shape. She wanted .5 for cbj but I only has .2 with me. She accepted, possibly because the rain was starting again. She wanted to rent the van from her dealer again, but we stayed in my car. Not my favorite experience but adequate.