Marc Malkin Senior Film Awards, Events & Lifestyle EditorThe sun had just come up on a Monday morning in the middle of summer in New York City.
It was that time of day when the sidewalks are beginning to fill with people walking their dogs, heading to work or, like my friend Scott, going to the gym.Me?
I was on my way home from another night of drug-filled unmentionables when I ran into Scott.“Good morning,” he said.“Good morning,” I replied.
I laughed and looked down at the pavement. I could feel the heat of the sun on my neck. It felt like my skin was boiling.“Are you using again?” Scott asked.“Not really,” I said. “I mean, just a little.
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