Picked up a woman in Dublin 7 for a run out to Inchicore to her mother’s house. She and the boyfriend are semi-regular passengers and I know a bit about them. Both of them are recovering addicts living in a small flat in Dublin 7. Their neighbour is a taxi driver but they won’t use him since they don’t want him to know they use methadone.
They’re doing reasonably well. She’s only taking methadone once a week but he’s still taking it daily. She has a couple of kids but they live with their granny in Inchicore. She always tries to dress well but you can tell her clothes are really cheap. He wears the regulation tracksuit.
Anyway, back to today, her boyfriend never came home last night so she was moving back to her mother’s for a few days. What helped her decide was this: She rang his mobile and let it ring one time before she hung up. Because it rang, she knew that he hadn’t been arrested and/or was dead and that, basically, he was still alive.
What a sad way to live
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