Nice Girls Don’t Use Needles

How a junkie saved my life when I didn’t think it was worth saving

Courtesy of Philipp von Ostau — WikiCommons

George was always very clear: the only thing that made him feel right was heroin. When I met him, he was just out of the penitentiary after doing seven years of a nine-year bit for trafficking heroin. He was quiet. Solid. Steady. He wasn’t like what I thought a junkie would be. He liked to read and still…