
On the ground in Kensington, where addicts are being ravaged by an animal-grade sedative
Philadelphia — “Angie” didn’t think she’d ever get into drugs. Then tragedy struck and she lost control. Over the span of seven minutes inside a homeless shelter in late January, this twentysomething woman tells me the story of how her life turned upside down here in this godforsaken neighborhood of Kensington, the heart of Philadelphia’s open-air drug market.












