There's nothing more heartwarming, more life-affirming then Smackheads in love. There they were, all dirty and scabby, basking in the glow of their love, a hugging and a kissing right in front of the DeCroix toilet as it was being deloused. As I rushed by on the way to BART, the man, a Smackhead of Color, sang to the heavens of his love of his White Chick Smackhead of a girlfriend "White Chicks are Fine/And this one is mine/White Chicks are Fine/And this one is Mine."

I know, brings a tear to the eye just picturing it.