Last night I dreamed I met this elderly 70 year old white gay tweaker on the shit-covered streets of San Francisco's Tenderloin. We ended up at his apartment that reeked of piss, his tiny bedroom was covered in cobwebs and full of gay porn magazines. He talked to me in Spanish, offered me to smoke meth from his pipe (he called it "peace pipe" and said it saves people's lives) and then tried to have sex with me.