So steve and I went to san francisco and hung out at hippie hill. At first it was cool. We talked to this hippie backpacker and some drunk chicks for a while. Then we hear some fourteen year olds talking about dropping acid. I talked to one of them to see if he was ready for it. He told me he had only done it once before and only one hit. He and his four friends end up getting fifty hits of acid (each hit was triple the potency) and splitting it between them and the afore mentioned hippie. It's only then that they mentioned that they had to take a train back to the south bay and somehow from there find a way back to their houses. And just because things weren't completely fucked up for them, a police car pulled into the park and drove onto the fucking hill. We didn't stick around long enough to see these kids descend into the unknown, but I don't think they made it to their train. It seems Haight street has claimed another group of unsuspecting children.