Welcome to Fragrant SOMA: our sidewalks are a god damned biohazard. They are a war zone, people.
But tonight! Brand new sidewalk! Nobody has vomited on it yet at all! None of our local crackheads have gifted us with a flowing stream of their prodigious heroin-shits.
I thought about puking on it myself, just to break it in, but I'll leave that to someone else.
Everybody asks, "Did you carve your initials in it?" Pfffff.
When we tag, we tag hard.