The mag on the table was titled HEP: a hepatitis rag with hep c survivor Pamela Anderson adorning the cover…..blown-up boobs and a botox bill….God I’m in love….

Junkies in the corner dozed in and out of a methadone state of mind…not much there….gone….gone….gone…

I remember when she was CJ Goddamn it, Golden said, Yeah….she’s still fuckin’ hot… CJ survives hep c……Is there anything she can’t do?….

The addict in his forties….looking like eighties….verge of death….threw HEP down hard and marched outta the homeless shelter shouting…..

Fuck her, He screamed, Fuck that lousy CJ…..Some guys have all the luck…..She’ll get hers…..yeah….you’ll see….

Collapsing to the concrete….Golden looked-up at those peering down, Am I in Heaven?…..Well…..Am I?…..