The Big Plunge

plunge.jpgYou see them now in the corner of your eyes all about the city: the sleepers. Face down on the cement of the Manhattan Bridge walkway, passed out on the A-train, gone under a shell of cardboard on a SoHo loading dock, lingering in the Lower East Side door step. They are out of it: unconscious, unkempt, uncaring. It must be Afghani heroin.