“Night People” is a series I’m working on about the various denizens of the dark and dismal streets I’ve run into whilst roaming America’s forgotten backwoods highways and byways, and urban areas both before and after I became an addict myself. Each of these stories is true and is a portrait of someone I met during such encounters. These will be a glimpse into the nocturnal underworld of addiction, and will focus on the real, the unexpected, and the outright bizarre, and through these passages I hope to demonstrate some of the humanity that lingers behind the masks addicts often wear. Inside each junkie is a living, breathing person, a good human clinging to life, but trapped and isolated in a drug-induced stasis.
Some of these will be very serious in tone, while others may take a bewildering or even lighthearted turn, which is the dangerous part, the part programs like D.A.R.E. never touched on: the positive, the why: because NOBODY would ever do drugs if it didn’t feel fucking good.
But all things end, especially good things, and sometimes they aren’t what they seem.
That’s the point. Anyway, enjoy and be safe.
-CM
Towers of Rust 