On Sunday morning, I had some time to kill in Calgary before a flight home to Toronto, so I grabbed a coffee and started looking for a park bench to sit and read my book. I soon realized that wasn’t going to happen. Every bench was occupied by one or more drug addicts. Over the course of an hour, I saw a man injecting drugs in between his toes, a guy smoking meth while glaring at me aggressively, and hordes of people doubled over from fentanyl. Of the couple hundred people I passed, about 75 were obviously on drugs. I decided to try to find brunch, but few businesses were open. Not surprising. Who’d want to do brunch in this post-apocalyptic environment?
