That's the thing with drug addicts. They steal wheelchairs and hearing aids and walkers and canes and seeing-eye dogs, and I'm sure if Junior needed a fix that he would reach right into every one of those trailer-park old people and grab their pacemakers. Sam didn't understand this, so he just looked at me and repeated the question.
"I mean, who would steal a wheelchair?"
The Dust of 100 Dogs by A.S. King
It's turning out to be a very odd read, but when so many novels are the same blendarized puree, odd is great. Yes, I wrote blendarized. I'm weird that way.