some people spend their days...

Just spent the last three hours of my life watching heroine addicts and listening to Jazz.
In a play called "The Connection" at The Living Theater.
My class went to go see it, our task is to create a promotional poster.

It was wildly unsettling.
I left it feeling rather dizzy.
And mostly sad.
I'm glad I don't hang out with real heroine addicts.
Watching people pretend was enough to feel fuzzy.
The Jazz was beautiful but it didn't help.

It's hard to underestimate the power of suggestion after watching something like that.