I first met Chris while waiting on line to photocopy some research papers. He was attenuated and edgy, coming down off a couple of days speeding. He was also holding some papers to copy, but told me he wasn’t sure if they were the ones he needed for his class. I took from him the ones he didn’t need and shoved them in a trash can. We joked that the trash collectors were the best read trash collectors in the country. He wanted to know if I had a car and when I told him yes, we gave up photocopying, made our way to my car, and drove into the city to buy drugs. Halfway there he asked if I had any cash on me and I figured I’d found me a pretty lousy sort of friend.