Drug psychosis with a furry onlooker has to be one of the most...

Drug psychosis with a furry onlooker has to be one of the most Portland situations I've ever experienced

Within seconds of starting my walk I found her writhing and and flailing like she was on flacca next to the max train line. I called 911. She was still there an hour later banging her head against the sharps bin

These things used to haunt me more sharply. They still do. I feel every bit of horror and empathy as I ever did when it was new. But it all flows through more calmly. I was dismayed when no help came. Felt for her broken humanity. Grateful she hadn't been decapitated by a train

People walk past because it's normal to see this here. Because there's nothing to be done. And in its ebbs and flows it seems to get better and then floods back in

I could hear a man ranting on a sidewalk near here "in OREGON we just let this shit go. We just let this shit go!"