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I've reached the point that all the events of the past several days, no matter how grotesque or revolting fade into one long stream of coffee cups, pools of vomit, and misery. 

Yesterday apropos of nothing Angel walked past me and asked if I could throw away a bag she was carrying that clearly contained human shit. 

I merely glanced at the shit bag before hefting it into the trashcan. 

We installed beehives on our lot down the street, both to have hives and to deter the drug users who tend to camp, shit, and use drugs on the lot. 

While we were working on this a red truck pulled up and a man got out, walked about ten feet from the sidewalk and got ready to piss. 

I was about twenty feet away, wearing a bee suit. 

When I saw what he was doing, I yelled at him. He acted offended, and a buddy of his stepped in to mollify me. 

After his friend and he apologized they went across the street to the homeless enclave to get drugs.