A Day in the Life

There he is again. What the fuck does he want? It’s not like its a challenge for him to find us, him being on a bicycle D and I on foot. Even amongst the Lower East Side crowds the street kids quickly recognize another. Some feral, no family to speak of, some psychotic, some just... Continue Reading →


My Ibogaine Story

From the Archives. I have been a heroin addict—among other things—since around the age of 21. I’m now 33, having celebrated the most recent birthday shortly after my iboga experience. Heroin has ruled the past decade of my life, whether actively using it or not, save for a brief period I spent in Florida, unhampered... Continue Reading →

Positively 6th Street

His name was Jay, I asked him. He got on the bus on Market Street, at what I guess could be called the edge of downtown. I knew him from San Bruno, a older annex of the San Francisco County Jail, about 10 miles south of the main jail in the city and about 100... Continue Reading →

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