Jury duty is over now. Every day I walked from my place on the L.E.S. to the court building on Centre Street, passing through Chinatown; on Chatham Square there’s a statue of an imposing Chinese man in a conical hat, formal robe, and a sort of Van Dyke beard, with the inscription:
LIN ZE XU
1785 – 1850
Pioneer in the War Against Drugs
Yesterday, there was a scruffy junkie couple canoodling on the benches just below the statue. In general, the heroin seems to have gotten really strong in that vicinity; I keep seeing junkies on the sidewalk, stopped dead in their tracks, nodded out while standing up.