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There are no old drug addicts. Thats what everyone says, at least. So how did Chuck get to his forty-third birthday and find himself still neck-deep in this scene? He knows hes the creepy old guy with the drugs or the guy whos too old to be at the party doing everyone elses drugs, but if it aint broke ... Well, he manages to make it to work at the dwarf whale distributor every day. He may hate that his dearly seedy San Francisco has become overrun with Starbucks, startups, and Lululemon moms, but he makes do every month for the rent-controlled apartment he shares with roommates he never sees. Its not perfect, but its livable.In the end, though, every addict has that one special vice that can tip them from relatively functional to completely unhinged.