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Do not let anyone kid you that an addict or a drunk does not know what is happening. It is all a question of them caring enough to do something about it. As weak and sick as I was, I remember being bashed and rolled up in the Cross, just around the corner from Kellett Street and waking up in the gutter and being disappointed that I was still alive. The crew of a garbage truck ignored me as just another derelict. I staggered along and cleaned myself up at the fountain. I had no idea what I had signed for Heather. I knew she had cancelled my cards, and even in that state, there was a niche in my mind that approved. All I wanted was a bottle of dry sherry in the morning, and not to think of my loss.
