I was walked to the front door of the treatment center by a crack addict by the name of Chico.
In an attempt to overstate the obvious, I feel that it’s important here to emphasize how far down the rabbit hole I went, for this man to take the time out of his day to make certain that I found the right address.
Chico left me at the front steps of 54 Madison ave.
The joke goes – What’s the difference between a crack addict and an alcoholic?
They’ll both steal your money, however the crack addict will help you look for it later.
I have found the greatest acts of kindness in the most sordid of places.