JONES STREET

The first time Michael overdosed, I dragged him into the bathtub and sprayed him with cold water until he came to. The fourth and final time Michael overdosed, he was dead by the time I found him. In my early 20s, I was leading a double life – accepted to a top tier biomedical graduate school and doing heroin and speed with a boyfriend who had been homeless when I met him. I thought I could look after myself and all my druggy friends, but after Michael died, I had to learn to ask for help.

A memoir set in the San Francisco of the 1990s, in a demimonde of down on their luck artists, druggies, grifters, and slackers, Jones Street is part adventure, part tragedy.