Gorgeous weather, yesterday! Crowds are returning to the streets, so lots of photographers were out there. The great weather also turned out the street performers and the transit prowlers. Where the people go, the showmen, the hucksters and the troubled follow.
On a stretch of the Red Line, just north of where the underground moves above ground, a young woman or girl, maybe in her late teens, all of 5-feet tall and no more than 80 pounds soaking wet, began her pitch by explaining that she'd found a shelter near a Blue Line stop that charges $18.00 a night: "I have five-dollars-and-eighty-seven cents, so far. Can anyone help me with the rest?" She wanted us to know that she counts pennies.
The thing is, she was so soft-spoken that I don't think more than a half dozen passengers heard what she was saying.
She also had an air of North Shore breeding about her, but her eyelids were three-quarters shut, and she was quite obviously spaced out of her mind. A sleep walker. A heroin addict, for sure. Maybe she has a place to stay or maybe not, but I didn't think she was looking for anything other than money for her next dose.
Before she exited at the next station, she apologized for disturbing everyone. It actually came off as a sincere apology. Well, sincere in the sense that she really meant that she's sorry she has to do this. I can only imagine the terrible things that have been done to her and the things she's done, willingly, if that word can be applied to an addict in pursuit of her next fix.