Saturday, November 12, 2016

Shooting up in a parking lot

While I was at a stoplight this afternoon, I watched a street person, reclining against the shabby wall of a gas station, checking his forearms for a vein.  It was one of those moments where you feel a profound sorrow for the wreck of a human life, as well as a bone-deep sense of helplessness.

And once again I realized how very much I hate anything that even remotely glamorizes substance abuse.

1 comment:

Emily said...

Agreed. Substance abuse is about the worse thing on the planet.