content: Account Deleted By User I took BART from the airport down to the Mission, in San Francisco. As I walked out of the station, I saw a massive amount of homeless people living, breathing, and existing out on the streets. Absolutely disgusting, only in Trump's America could homelessness be this rampant. I know that San Francisco is the type of city that cares about public spaces, so I went out for nice stroll in Delores Park after midnight. All these scary drugged out looking homeless faggots kept on sucking my dick in the public park. I tried to run away without paying then, but I slipped on an Indian Google Engineer's feces while darting down a dark alley. I was promptly ran over by three drag queens coming home from the local library's Unattended Toddler's Story Hour on electric rentable scooters. Luckily, it didn't hurt at all, as being run over had crushed discarded heroin needles into my arms, resulting in a natural sort of pain killing effect. I stumbled into a Starbucks bathroom to dispose of the needles, and maybe nod-off for the next few hours. The employees saw the needles in my arm, and told me to take my time, allowing me to jump in front of legless Vietnam vet, muttering about how he was a mindless tool of the colonizers. However, I ended up falling into the counter, and began to choke on my own vomit. Thankfully, there was a doctor there, and zhe started to perform a tracheostomy. As zhe cut open my airway, zhe asked the staff for a plastic straw to insert into the opening, but unfortunately they only has paper straws, which ended up getting soggy and collapsing in my trachea. Zhe tried zhis best, but I ended up losing braincells because I went 15 minutes without oxygen. Thats when I decided to make a post on this sub.