There are no old drug addicts. That's what everyone says, at least. So how did C
huck get to his forty-third birthday and find himself still neck-deep in this sc
ene? He knows he's the creepy old guy with the drugs or the guy who's too old to
be at the party doing everyone else's drugs, but if it ain't broke ... Well, he
manages to make it to work at the dwarf whale distributor every day. He may hat
e that his dearly seedy San Francisco has become overrun with Starbucks, startup
s, and Lululemon moms, but he makes do every month for the rent-controlled apart
ment he shares with roommates he never sees. It's not perfect, but it's livable.
