Everything Fell Where They May

Act 1: Scene 1 August, 1989, Archer Avenue across from the post office, two doors down from the numbers joint and four doors down from the methadone clinic.Hot summer. Early morning.Enter the sunlight. Enter the stage, dead center and in the middle of real life.This was me and this was life as it was.This is how everything was back then, of course The previous night’s demons are scattered in tiny skeletons that proved our deaths with plastic vials, which have all been noted by the news and the media as an earlier epidemic that killed at different speeds. Crack is crack.Heroin is heroin.Narcotics are narcotics and although there were different rides; opiates have their own corner of the market but either way, both directions are shortcuts to an obvious bliss. One comes with different speeds. The other folds in shorter half-lives that whither away and disappear at the end. The price of admission is far cheaper in the beginning.Then again, the first hit, the first sip, the first touch or…