When he, an ashen skeleton, twitchy and rambling, wobbles unsteadily into their room, they are horrified both by his debilitated condition and the track marks on his arms. They beg him to come to New York, where he can stay with them and detox. Maybe his romance with the San Francisco streets has passed, maybe he is tired and frightened, or maybe it’s just that relocating to New York City intrigues him.
