America is in the grips of a mental health crisis, and it’s manifesting on the streets of our cities. In San Francisco, residents are constantly confronted with the unhoused wandering the streets to the point of desensitization, and in recent years, utter contempt. In the suburbs surrounding San Francisco, mental

Fog races behind me as I hurdle over the Bay Bridge, a car full of belongings clanking around behind the driver’s seat of my 2015 Kia Soul, a car which has the capacity of a small SUV and the length of a sedan.

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As I regained awareness of my surroundings (ahem…coming out of a blackout), I realized I was stumbling out of one of the Lower East Side’s ubiquitous filthy houses of debauch. The night had been a resounding failure. No one enjoyed my humor, the opposite sex somehow found me unappealing, and