On 12th, a 65 year old mope is gakked and primed. He's emptied four bags of rigs and stuck them in his arms and hands. When I arrive, he has three stuck in the back of his left hand as he smokes a cheap cigar. With encouragement, he removes them one by one and steps away from the pile of used needles.
In the pond, crank, crack, and heroin are legal and due to Covid, I can't book for Dis Con, so I send him on his way and Sharps the hundred hypodermics left on the sidewalk.