So in San Francisco people call each other G because there's an article by someone named Chatterjee (which sounds like chatter g or talking to the government) that is about antesynthetase disease and mechanics hands. So if you talk to the government you'll be given scar tissue in your lungs by having someone light something nasty on fire around you. It's a progressive disease and scar tissue doesnt heal. It hurts all the time and doesn't go away.
The shelter staff handed out candy bars that prevent gerd or acid reflux before someone set off a bunch of gas that poisoned everyone so it was like you eat the candy for which people without health insurance eat to prevent the sickness from triggering before the people were gassed. This was shelter staff members at 555 Beale street. Before it happened. Just a coincidence.
I hate coincidences like that. Can't prove anything but I can write about it. And it's a progressive disease that once you have people poison you can then make it so you can be controlled with drugs and abuse.
And all of a sudden the streets of San Francisco have no pot on them but I don't have enough money to leave and will probably be prevented from doing so. And then when they want to kill me they just have everyone smoke as much pot as possible until the antisynthetase disease makes me die.
Okdoke.