Warning: This story contains descriptions of drug-taking from the start and discusses suicide The few grains of fentanyl sit in the silver foil as a straw, held between Mike's lips, hovers above; a cigarette lighter below. The 48-year-old army veteran is crouched low in an alleyway in Columbus, Ohio's Linden neighbourhood. "This drug will damn near make you do anything, unfortunately," he says. "You can snort too much and you can't take it back. Kind of like a gunshot. Can't call the bullet back," he says. He burns the foil and inhales. As the opioid takes hold, he grips the fence behind him. He sways as a low moan comes from deep in his throat; he could be humming a tune.
Головну думку ми показуємо публічно. Створіть безкоштовний акаунт, щоб читати повну статтю, зберігати її, обговорювати та поєднувати з ринковим і OSINT-контекстом.