My thoughts drift to the squirrel woman. Where did she get those bruises? Where is she sleeping tonight? The other people. The little artist I met this morning, probably passing this night on El Cajon Boulevard.
June 10, 1993
My thoughts drift to the squirrel woman. Where did she get those bruises? Where is she sleeping tonight? The other people. The little artist I met this morning, probably passing this night on El Cajon Boulevard.
Nick bought his heroin at Fifth and Main. The dealer slipped him a pebble-sized ball wrapped in balloon rubber. Nick put the pebble in his mouth and palmed off 15 bucks. Every deal downtown was …