New York City Junkie Serenade
Heroin Takes Over a House, and Mom
Darkness fell on Wood Court on Staten Island, and they came. Footfalls on the gravel path, their crunch-crunch-crunch setting dogs barking, babies wailing, parents peering out windows, night after night. "Cars pulling in and out," said one neighbor who, still concerned for his family's safety, declined to give his name. "Fifteen, 20 minutes, then out. Fifteen, 20 minutes, then out." Cars idled on the corner, rock music thumping. CONTINUED
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From the 'Horse's Mouth
A Descent Into Heroin's Netherworld byHoward Josepher
I can identify with Laurie Sperring of Staten Island and her quick descent into heroin addiction. I was 23 and had just graduated college when, like Ms. Sperring, I said to a friend, "Just one time." That one time was the start of seven years of addiction and numerous criminal convictions. We do not become addicted by getting high one time, but for the lack of a better term, many quickly fall in love with the feeling heroin gives us. CONTINUED
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