Just saw my first junk ever, up close in my store.. He kept miscounting his money and repeatedly said he had to score.. I (naive as I am) asked him why, and what would happen if he didn't score. He just said that he had to, and that not scoring was not possible.. After a while I realised he was just going to stand at my counter trying to count his money all day. And since other customers didn't seem too comfortable with him around, I asked him to go..

But then he sat down in the entrance under the warm air curtain to count his money again, and again, and again... I didn't really mind him there, he wasn't in anyone's way so I left him there for a bit.. It's pretty cold outside and I thought it would be nice if he could at least be warm for a few minutes.. But after a while he had the money spread around him, curled up on top of it and fell asleep.. By then, he had been in the store for over half an hour, so I woke him up..

He looked all confused, asked how late it was and said he had to go score.. I told him he wasn't supposed to sleep in here, and asked if he couldn't go to a shelter or something.. He said he had a home, so I told him it would be best if he left the store and went home. I helped him get his things together, he apologized for the trouble and off he went...

Can't help but wonder how and when he'll manage to kill himself.. Cold, disease, or an overdose? And how would his life have been before he got addicted? Shocking how messed up someone can become.. Please don't ever let me get that low :(