South of Market, San Francisco, 4:42pm

There is that smell again. On the balmy stoops still damp from junkies, the smell of spree's marches in circles like an angry wind sock. What is that goddamn smell?

Google search: the smell of crack cocaine.

"Caramel." "Sort of a mix of piss and sweet perfume smell." "Burnt plastic and a Bic pen with a touch of sweetness." "Crack smells like crack."