Every once in a while you see one of the school kids on the street with one of the shady kids.

Heroin doesn't seem to have made it inside the bar, which is good.

It is rampant on the street outside. The police don't bother. Sure, they make a sweep before the University starts in fall, but that is to make the visiting parents think they are leaving their kids somewhere clean.

Every once in a while you see one of the school kids on the street with one of the shady kids. This city has had an ongoing romance with heroin, but no one famous has died in awhile, so some kids want to dabble.

It is true, Kurt Cobain didn't die of an overdose, but at some point you are just splitting hairs.

So the kids dabble, and occasionally you see one cleaner than the rest passed out against the CVC storefront. Jarvis Cocker's Common People and all that.

-jj

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