COLUMN: B.C.’s toxic drug crisis is at my doorstep and I can’t stop thinking about it

“Hey, can you hear me? Are you all right?”
A young woman, probably in her 20s, was calling to a man of around the same age who was slumped on the sidewalk.
“Wake up. Can you hear me?”
The man was not responding.
This happened recently, at the end of the workday, as I was leaving work. It was less than 100 steps from the door to the office building.
“Do you want me to call 911 for you?” I asked.
“No. He’ll be fine,” the woman said.
“Are