I tried selling my own shit a couple of times when I needed to get high (or risk getting sick) and was penniless; even while working a full-time job where I made $24 an hour. The old Asian ladies loved to buy half-priced cigarettes from me that I would buy with gift cards from family members who didn’t trust me with any other funds.

I’m just gonna copy and paste the info for this one since I’m pretty slammed right now, but in a very San Francisco moment, I looked at the people involved with this rad event and laughed because I’m friends with nearly all of them. SF is the smallest town ever.