a story told, via facebook status updates:
Kenneth Ho- spent a lovely day cruising the coast, petting starfish at the monterrey bay aquarium, followed by a cliffside picnic overlooking the rugged northern california coast. then i came back to my apartment in SF and kicked a heroin user out of my basement, who had shitpissvomited everywhere.
Kenneth Ho- the guy was in his mid-20's, and didn't look homeless. he was wearing a north face jacket, air jordans, etc. he was def on heroin (i saw the needle and tin he cooked it in), but hadn't fucked his whole life up yet. . . so not a "junkie." i reserve "crackhead" for crack users more specifically. also, "tweaker" for your average crazy homeless ...
-to clarify, an alternate explanation for what happened, offered by an my friend mike-
Michael Roark- I stopped by your place the other day to show
you my fresh new kicks and jacket. You weren't home when I got there so I
followed somebody in to wait for you. Anyhow, my blood sugar must have
dropped because I fell asleep in the middle of administering an insulin
shot. It was the wierdest thing; when I came to, I was on Geary St.
