This thread makes me think of this junky dude I know from back east in B-more. He's about 45 years-old, but looks more like he could be pushing 75. He's tiny, his hair is completely grey, almost white and he's severely hunchbacked (when he was younger, he had a back surgery which went horribly wrong). He was on pain management, for which he was prescribed methadone, however very recently his doctor promptly and abruptly dropped him all at once, when he finally noticed the fact that the guy's covered head to toe with track marks and abscesses.
But back to the topic of drugs and transportation. He now has one of those power-wheel chairs which I think was given to him by the state or something. For a while, everyday he'd ride from our neighborhood (by now about 85% yuppified), up the hill into the ghetto to cop. This trip is anywhere from a minimum of 4 blocks, but possibly much, much farther (the hood extends north from there and just kinda keeps going), depending on who was out and where, and if it was any good or not.
Before I moved out here, I hadn't seen him use it for a while, I guess cause it's a hassle to get outside as well as extremely slow. He went back to the cane, which he's used forever, at least in all the years I've known him. The funniest thing though is how fast he moves with it when he's going to cop. He'd run for me a lot as long as I looked out for him with some dope or coke, but on occasions I decided to go with him, and I found it was ME, a 20 something male in good health, who was the one struggling to keep up.
But yeah. Transportation and dope? For me, power chairs come to mind.
just not a nice one haha
. Too dangerous.
