I love it, lean on it, count on it. I miss it when it’s gone, and I fight it when it’s around. I try to remember a time before the arrival of Vicodin. I think and think and think.
Just 7 percent of the people in Los Angeles’s Echo Park encampment found permanent housing after it was cleared. Almost half are missing. Seven are dead. That’s not a failure of homelessness policy; it’s an example of the system working exactly as intended.