Dope Sick Angel by Mark Anthony Given
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in your all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands so that you will not strike your foot on a stone. -Psalms 91:11-12 ____________________________ THE CAFFIN AVENUE METHADONE CLINIC, four blocks from Fat’s Domino’s house, right on Caffin Avenue, off of St. Claude Avenue in New Orleans, was a drab grey two-story anonymous building on a side street except the nearly two dozen dope fiends lined up at five am, in pitch dark in the dim dull burnt orange street lights. Skinny black crack heads could be seen darting around corners like ghosts of New Orleans sultry past. The line went from the parking lot up a flight of stairs to a landing that went around the entire front of the second floor. When you went in the door it was just a phony wood-paneled area with cheap chairs lines the walls except where big fat black women could be seen handing out little clear cups of pink colored weak juice thru a thick Plexiglas s...