Neighborhood Hangout....

I have slowly come to the realization that I live down the street from a methadone clinic... At first I just thought some really weird people were living in my neighborhood, but then I woke up and realized, nope! They are just struggling drug users! Oh wait.. I dont think my roommate ever knew this... SURPRISE BRIDGET! :)

My typical morning route to the subway brings me up along Lafayette Street and the corner of Spring Street. To most people that know this area, it’s pretty trendy. The streets are lined with cute little boutiques and restaurants. Furthermore the people that live in this neighborhood are either trendy/artsy hipsters, trust fund babies, or high powered executives (I fit into none of these categories personally… I just got lucky with a cheap rent-controlled apartment :)) So when I began noticing a distinguishable crowd that regularly entered this neighborhood every morning and basically hung out on the corner of Spring and Lafayette I began to wonder. And for the record, when I say distinguishable, I mean these people look like they have come from the hinterlands of Pensultucky. Either that or the trailer parks of Suffolk county…

Anyway, I noticed that they were all hanging out by this doorway that looked to be a doctor's office of sorts. Only the windows had bars and the door was padlocked at night. Seemed a little extreme for the local GP if you asked me. And then one day I heard one of them talking about how if you don't go at the time you are assigned they won't give you any and that right there sealed the deal for me... a doctor's office with bars and a regulated dispensing time?? I mean really...

How did I ever confirm my suspicion you ask? Well weirdly enough I was at a work dinner with one of my salespeople who confirmed it for me. I maintain that the confirmation she offered me was because of the fact that she used to live in the neighborhood and not because she herself was a client of that particular clinic… yeesh… :)