Quelque chose sur le cœur

Today I watched a man die at the corner of Parc and Prince-Arthur. Pretty sure it was a drug overdose.

On Monday, or it might have been Tuesday, I watched a man openly heating and smoking a crack pipe in McGill.

Last month, I saw a guy shoot up in front of a group of kids on their way home from school in Lionel-Groulx.

A few months ago, I watched a strung-out woman pass out and then get dragged off the metro by STM as she began convulsing. They grabbed her bag, but they didn't see the spoon and some other paraphernalia that fell on the floor under the seat. Or maybe they didn't care.

Every weekend I walk to the bank to help organize my parents' affairs, and I pass by drug deals being made outside of the recovery facility that's just off of Parc.

I don't really know what to do.