Part of my run in the morning is to walk around Harlem Hill. It extends my run in the park by a good mile and a half.

It’s not the safest part of Central Park, but it’s positively breathtaking.

It’s where I saw the turtle being escorted into the woods along with meeting Marlena the French Bull Dog in a Massoni sweater (see Puttin on the dog and Tortoise Crossing).  The woods you pass are plush in their greenery making you forget you’re in a city at all.

One does have to keep their wits about them, because like I said, it’s slightly desolate compared to the rest of the park. But having no fear, nothing has ever happened to make me choose not to go.

This morning as I’m climbing up the first incline, I see two men to my left milling in the woods. Didn’t think much of it since there are people scattered about…other runners and bikers, dog walkers. But something was a bit different about these two.

One guy, in droopy jeans the seat all worn, a what looked like a conductor’s cap on his head, was jumping around a lot as if he had ants in his pants.

The other fellow, dressed a tad better in gray slacks and a black wool coat, was looking intently at something in his hand. He was extremely thin with cheekbones you could have hung lights from.

It was only then I realized, he was copping dope.

Keep walking Susannah, I cautioned myself. Don’t look…just mind your own business.

Of course that ship had already sailed since I was already making mental notes for this post.

The dealer looked my way and said, ‘You need sumpin lady?”

Was he trying to sell me a nickel bag or challenging my curiosity?

I decided on the first choice it feeling safer.

“No, I’m good,” I said, increasing my step.

The whole encounter made me think of Philip Seymour Hoffman and Heath Leger…and all those who suffered and died from the awful affects of addiction.

I remember the day Heath Leger overdosed. I happened to be in Soho a block from where it happened. The part of me fascinated with death stood across from the building and thought how just a few hours ago he was alive and well on an upper floor. How life and death travel so closely together with a yellow line drawn between the two.

A group of young girls were sitting cross-legged in a circle candles lit, mourning their fallen hero.

As I made my way around Harlem Hill, I thought about how easy it was to have one’s needs met even on your way to work.

When they say, you can get anything your heart desires in New York City 24 hours a day…they’re not just whistling Dixie, are they?



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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14 Responses to Dope

  1. About 5 years ago the young boy down the street overdosed. I would never even think he was on drugs! Every time I walked Chester he would roll around on the sidewalk with him, as if he had 4 legs and a tail too. To this day when I see his father all I see is despair … it’s horrible.


    • I know it…we need to be grateful we don’t suffer from addiction. I drank so much over Christmas I decided to go on a fast…alcohol ran rampant in my family and the fact I can just stop drinking reminds me how they say, it misses one generation in every family. That Top Down…would be me 🙂

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    I know you already are, Susannah, but continue being extra careful!


  3. Elle Knowles says:

    I like that you make mental notes. My brain is sometimes on overload with all my mental blogging notes! Yes, be careful out there. You never know what is lurking around the corner. BTW Love the book images on your sidebar. You’ve been working hard at it! 😉


  4. You don’t have to go to the bad part of the park to see this. I was very fortunate. When I was in high school, not only didn’t I know about most of the drugs, I had no idea where you could get them. (Regular cigarettes and beer and oh yes sex were the big things in our high school.) The drug wave hit after I got out. One of my classmates’ youngest sister got addicted to heroin. I remember telling my Mom I had no idea how she got her hands on it but it’s around if you know where to look. I bet you were so cool while you beat feet!


    • Yes, my speed increased alright. I used to go to open AA meetings, something they recommend in Ala-Non so you can understand the disease of alcoholism better. You’d hear these preppie girls in pastel twin-sets talk about cabbing it to some dangerous neighborhood in the Bronx to cop heroin from some guy named Angel since many drunks have that problem too. Addiction is bewildering to say the least. Sex was always my drug of choice. LOL

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  5. I’ve lived mostly in small towns and I’ve never seen people using drugs before, let alone selling them. It makes me realize how sheltered I’ve been in many ways. I guess you never know what you’ll see in New York City, for good, bad, or just strange. It makes for good blog posts. 🙂


    • You’re safer, remember that. I realize I’m very observant, perhaps too much so. I’ll bet no one else noticed that transaction. I think it’s that alcoholic background of mine…out of necessity you become so vigilant…like a cat crouching on all fours.


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