Janie

February 4, 2013  :: 0 comments

Janie was this girl I knew when I lived on East 29th Street near the FDR Drive. I remember her best the night the ambulance came. We’d spent the afternoon drinking and her skin had had this grayish tint like spoiled milk. Her wiry arms were a network of pinholes, a junkie’s connect-the-dots. The apartment was three monastic rooms in …