Julia is leaning against the wall, sweat breaking out on her forehead, her skin starting to lose its color. I had forgotten how much of a junky she truly. I guess I had been amongst addicts for so long that I had grown blind to it and was still surprised when it came forward. In the time I had known Julia I had only ever seen her go without a fix once, and that had been because she was late paying her dealer. She was good at getting money and keeping a steady stream of heroin coming her way.