Interesting story, yet is true in the sense that I lived on 156th 3rd Ave in the Bronx born and raised, and back then I watched lots of crack head in the park around the corner from where I lived, I sat outside the fire escape talking to people on the elevated train stop on 3rd avenue and there too were many junkies asking for money or going from station to station freebasing, selling 8 ball's, and shooting up in front of many people and kids. Behind the building that I live there were many abandoned buildings, and many hoes and druggies past their time in corners and had many fights with gang members and each other. Then one day all of them started disappearing, looking like zombies dying and then The Bronx was on fire with crime and more death, and more people dying it was like a movie. The 42nd Police Precinct, 3 blocks down was overwhelmed and lots of people were either being arrested, killed, or buried. It was hell on earth. Thank goodness I left in 1984 and returned to El Paso, TX but then again the virus started spreading and more people were dying and then there were fewer gays, fewer people that I knew. Then when I moved to Tacoma, Washington in 1990, I still to was still partying, using drugs, drinking a lot, and less sleep, in 1991 it hit me hard for I found out I was HIV. I am just blessed that I am still here and survived many experiences of my life that I will never forget.

Nice

Nice writing

Wow that's very insightful scene...you should write a book....but more so it's very insightful.....and alarming the crack epidemic in the town back then. I bet Ricky was cute.....I lost my looks due to using.....did Ricky keep his?

It's just one of many ways. In real life. People are having sex to pay their light bill, rent and a variety of things. Not to mention, Once the opioid epidemic took off. People started looking at things in a different light. I mean wasn't there an HIV epidemic in Indiana due to the opioids.