Midtown Miscreant finishes the story of an old buddy, Charlie, here. Snip:
I can't say I miss the Charlie that he had become, drug addicts don't make very good friends. I have often asked myself why I ever got involved in that mess. The best I can answer is to say this. I did it for the old Charlie. The Charlie I remembered from my childhood. The one that got picked on and smelled like pee. But that Charlie was long gone, in his place was just another wigged-out dope fiend. I never looked back.
