Things I don’t like: solvent abuse
Heaven knows that Edinburgh has its share of abusers.
There are fast food junkies, drunken “revellers” and I’m not sure if we’re still considered the heroin capital of Europe or not.
Whilst my heart constricts at the sight/sound of any of the above, it is the solvent abusers who really punch me in the gut.
There are a few young men with their telltale posture of face pressed against coat sleeve who are not bad at hiding their “monkey” from those who do not want to see.
The silver can (of paint? hairspray?) is just beyond the hemline of the sleeve, filling the lungs and head with fumes I can’t even begin to imagine. How anything so caustic can create such an attraction ….
A few years ago, one of the regulars near my workplace lived and then died on a diet of solvents. It’s a nasty way to go.
