I’ve always thought I’d love to see all the junkies on the street cleaned up and housed but now I’m afraid it would cause me a lot of weight gain.
Thanks to junkies, I walk faster to avoid being harassed, I walk all the hills because I can’t take the b.o. stink on the bus, and, as though that’s not enough already, druggies have made me completely incapable of being in the same room as a Cheeto, let alone eating one, because Cheetos smell exactly like the guy who shoots up on my corner.
Come to think of it, maybe it’s no coincidence that junkie and junk food have the same root word.
On her way to finding answers to your questions, Babe sees and hears a lot. Loiterer tells some of these stories, but she’s just one loiterer in a city of thousands — send your overheards and pocket-sized anecdotes her way.
