I was driving home from dinner with a friend last night. We were stopped at a light, and I saw two guys standing there talking, their cars pulled up close together.
The first thing I noticed is, they were tall, white and healthy looking. They didn’t look like they belonged. Are they junkies? I thought. They don’t look like it. But then I saw the wad of bills one of them handed the other as he passed over a baggie of white powder that was probably heroin.
I hate what this does to our city, and I hate the endless despair and greed that drives it. But don’t kid yourself, junkies are everywhere — including the suburbs. (In fact, that’s where a lot of the local customers come from.)
The first heroin addicts I ever met were rich kids who went to private school on the Main Line.