On MY mind? Methadone treatment has many faces.. It can be dirty and it can be very prim- nearly proper.. It can smell- Reek or sweet… It MAY be articulate as much as it can talk total gibberish/babel. I can see where these people used to be just that- people. Now I see methadone. Every day. On the trolley. And don’t judge for a heartbeat. I can track the successes against the bails in an instant, but it breaks my SOUL to have an understanding of all this.
I wrote the above passage and posted it to Facebook last Summer. Someone called it poetry. At the time, I lived where the Rte. 15 trolley passed by the front door on the bleeding edge of North Philly. I’ve since moved to the South side of town…
The other day I had to take two buses across town to get some prescriptions filled. The route there took me North for a bit, then a transfer for a bus that took me through the University City area to my destination on the far side of the northwestern section of the city. A trio got on the bus- a young man, a woman and a small, pretty girl of 5 or so years. The little girl, I figured was not the child of the woman, so she must have been the charge of the young man. She and the young man sat in the rear corner seats, while the woman sat in the side facing seat opposite me. I naturally took note of how attractive she was- longer, red-brown and wavy hair, a fair complexion, blue eyes, and very healthy. She was showing the little girl pictures of her own little girl on her cell phone. It seems that HER little girl had a baby inside her, and she was going to be a grand mom. This delighted the tiny rider. It brought a smile to my face too, and was quite unexpected. The conversation between the adults turned to an ordinary transit patter. There was then some discussion about the inconsistency of expectation by the person who gave them their dose. Operative word- dose. They departed the bus several stops prior to my destination. At the stop I noticed a line around the block starting at a small door in a marginal, brick, county-type building with a small sign that I could not read from across the street.
As it was put so eloquently by David LaChapelle in his book of the same title:
“If You Want Reality, Take The Bus!”