Drug Trade, Once Passing By, Takes Root in Mexico
When she gets her high, Lupita Díaz says she enters a sweet illusion of peace, a respite from her pain and self-loathing. She lies on her back in a meadow on the edge of town here with other addicts, looks up at the stars and plays aimlessly on a battered blue harmonica.
unrise brings a crashing sensation. Her joints ache. Her mouth goes dry. She has cold sweats, jumps at shadows, hears voices in her head. She is willing, once again, to prostitute herself to get $5 for another hit of crack cocaine or crystal methamphetamine. She has been an addict for years, and her slight body is nearly worn out. She gave away her two children to others to raise.
apologize about my tardiness, better to be late than never.
at any rate this is very much a dramatic narrative, it tells the story of a woman who is struggling with addiction, and how she needs to get high everyday in order to stay normal, so to speak. The main function of the story is to tell about a small town in Mexico and how drug cartels have made a haven for drug addicts out of small cities, Such as Zamora, which in turn creates a rise in crime. Sad and compelling the human interest element kind of grabs you and makes you read the rest of the article.
1 comment:
Oh, yeah. That's a compelling lead. This writer does a good job of showing in just a few sentences.
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