Walking down Haight St. is glorious. You see smile after smile. The only perplexed faces are the middle-aged tourists who aren't sure just what to think. They are handed flowers, oranges, printed poetry, and all sorts of nice things. They leave knowing that they saw a new idea working - an idea that they were never allowed to think - They never had the chance to be mentally free.
Pretty little 16-year-old middle class chick comes to the Haight to see what it's all about & gets picked up by a 17-year-old street dealer who spends all day shooting her full of speed again & again, then feeds her 3000 mikes and raffles off her temporarily unemployed body for the biggest Haight Street gang bang since the night before last.
