They knocked on our car window. My son had just gotten in from his Friday visit. The boy looked to be about 19, and he tapped on the window. I said to my son to lower it, and the boy asked for hydromorphone. He begged for two pills. He said, “I'll give you 20 bucks.” I said, “I'm really sorry. You can go to the clinic,” and we drove off.
That's right; it was just blocks away from here.