Having worked narcotics for several years in Southern California, there’s one thing I can say with certainty. Dope kills everything it touches. Just look at the drug user himself: Six foot two, 118 pounds, no fat, no muscles, holes in his teeth, abscesses in his arms and a truly predatory outlook on life. These people have Hepatitis B, Hepatitis C, AIDS and many other sorts of disease and ailments.
Through the hundreds of search warrants I’ve been on, certain patterns surface as you sort through the tattered remains of their sad lives. You see the family albums with pictures of the high school graduation, the first car, the first marriage, the first job, the first house, the first child, the first baptism, the proud parents and the family celebrations. These people once had a life.
Having worked narcotics for several years in Southern California, there’s one thing I can…
by Paul Markel / May 1, 2007