Once again Yarra Trams' vehicles were not running. R was out with the car at his volunteer job and I am not going to stay at home all day. While the gentle slope up Toorak Road is nothing like the hilly steep streets of Sydney, I struggled. I sat for a couple of minutes as I crested the hill but it was easier on the downhill walk from there to South Yarra Station where I could get a train to the city.
I was at one of my favourite outdoor coffee places when a noddy came in. A noddy in this case was not a paying customer and I wouldn't expect the young Asian lasses staff to do anything about him. He was affected by heroin. I've seen it many times. They nod their heads down, then suddenly sit up. Repeat and rinse. In my experience they are never aggressive or dangerous.
He sat on a stool and almost fell backwards but noddies always seem to pick themselves up, and he did. He moved to another table and nearly fell head first onto the table, but once again he picked himself up.
Then he came and sat next to me. I met the eyes of the stylish looking woman opposite me and we did a mutual eye roll and then she smiled.
Omg, his head was falling sideways and about to land in my lap. I moved along the bench and tapped him on the shoulder and said to him, Sit up man. You ok? He just looked blankly back at me.
The stylish woman sitting opposite me had clapped her hand over her mouth to suppress her laughter at my situation of the noddy's head landing in my lap.
Heroin Smackheads don't normally pose a threat to society unless they need money for their heroin where they will rob and steal.
Doctors should be able to write prescriptions for heroin for these wasters and let them get on with their wasteful lives, rather than have them commit crimes to fund their addiction.
Photos to make a post more interesting. I saw a 1956, I know the year because a person with mental health issues was talking to himself, Thunderbird. While the steering wheel is on the wrong side, what a classy old Yank Tank.