in temple bar, on east essex street. it is where junkies shoot up. people can watch them through the small windows. sometimes a junkie overdoses and dies and an ambulance arrives and the people watching say 'oh my god' and shake their heads. then they go to starbucks.
junkies are scary. they mug people when they need money. i'm scared that one day they will need my money. but it's no one else's problem, really, i can just take a taxi.