I had an awesome apartment in University, that was awesome until the city relocated the needle exchange next door. It quickly got to the point where I had to literally and carefully think through every single action I made, everyday. I had to take my car home, I couldn’t open my windows for fresh air. You had to take a flashlight to do groceries in the dark, because you had to make sure you didn’t step on any needles, like it literally turned into a junkie warzone in less than a year. Longest year of my life. I think it was my time down there that has narrowed my viewpoint on this topic somewhat. I, too, used to be all touchy feely and bleeding heart on this topic, but I’m a lot more jaded these days.