Near the pier a couple bike cops knelt on the sidewalk getting a Bionet reading from a passed-out homeless guy. He’d soon find himself in a detox center downtown where he would get wrung out like a dishcloth, be given a vitamin-rich meal, and suffer through some boilerplate therapyish remonstrations delivered by a bored staffer. The next day he’d get dumped back onto the concrete grid where he’d hit up a dealer for a decryption code to illegally download painkillers.
