The needle I have at home is blunt, blunt, blunt. All the numbers up the side are rubbed off, and it has to be used with massive amounts of force for something so delicate. I should buy new ones, it's only $1 for four (and today is payday so I'm temporarily rich). But to buy new ones I have to go and ask the same man who gives me my methadone. Pierre. For some reason he really likes me, and cares a lot about my habit. He's very sweet, lanky with dark shaggy hair. He's seen me struggle through three reduction programs and now a maintenance in the past nine months. He thinks I'm doing well at the moment, and he's always so happy for me. If I ask him for a prevention pack his eyes will change, he'll pretend to be cool about it, but he'll be sad, or something. My own sadness is enough, I don't need anyone elses, so I'll just use the same needle till it breaks.