The two heroin addicts, a skinny and messy-haired woman and a dirty old man with tattoos on his arms, were sitting on the dirty sofa in their dirty basement. They had been using drugs for years, and their bodies were covered

The two heroin addicts, a skinny and messy-haired woman and a dirty old man with tattoos on his arms, were sitting on the dirty old sofa in their dirty basement. They had been using drugs for years, and their bodies were covered in scars from drug use. The room was dirty and messy, with empty liquor bottles scattered around. There was a table with a line of white powder on it, but the woman stopped herself reaching for it. She knew that she needed help to get clean, but she also knew that she would never be able to do it alone. The man took the needle from her hand and put it back in its hiding place. He knew what she needed to do to get clean, but he also knew that she would not be able to do it alone. He took the needle from her hands and put it back in its hiding place. He looked at her gratefully, understanding what she was going through. They sat there surrounded by dirty dishes