All methed up and homeless in San Francisco: Real crazy

If you want to read about crazy, homeless drug addicts in San Francisco banging other homeless hookers, and more look no further then this book. Stories about real life meth addicts and inmates.
The sun dipped low over the bay, casting an orange glow over the-grimy streets of San Francisco. The city was a symphony of chaos, and the homeless crew that called it home were the conductors. Eddie, high as a kite on a fresh batch of meth, was
perched on a fire escape, his eyes scanning the alley below like a hawk. He had just lifted a framed picture of a cat from an open window, the third one tonight. His heart pounded with the thrill of the steal, the meth coursing through his veins like liquid fire."Eddie, you crazy motherfucker!" Marianne Lou's voice echoed from the alley, her tone a mix of admiration and exasperation. She was hunched over a dumpster, her double J tits hanging low, skin sagging like an old leather jacket. She looked up, her eyes wild and passionate, a cigarette dangling from her lips. "You gonna share that meth or what?"
Eddie chuckled, his voice goofy and adventurous. "Coming right up, Marianne! But first, let me tell you about this cat. It's got eyes like a demon, I swear. I think it's possessed."Marianne Lou cackled, her voice intense and sensual."Possessed? Eddie, you're the one who's possessed, by the devil himself!" She took a drag of her cigarette, her eyes never leaving Eddie. "But I love it. Now get your ass down here and share that meth."